Gwen
I heard Cedric’s voice through the door, calm and low but with a quiet firmness underneath it that left no real room for argument.
“How about we talk later, Lia?”
A short pause followed. Then the soft sound of the front door closing and the particular quality of silence that meant the apartment was just the two of us again.
His footsteps came back across the floor. The mattress dipped as he climbed back under the covers and pulled me close, and I wrapped my arms around him immediately, pressing my face into the warmth of his chest like I was trying to disappear into it.
My heart was still doing something unsteady and quick.
“I’m worried,” I whispered. “What if she figures it out? What if she already has?”
His hand began moving slowly up and down my back, the same steady rhythm
