‘You’re leaving, aren’t you?’ It was less of a question than it was an affirmation. She didn’t blame him. That didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. With a slow nod of his head, a sob escaped her trembling lips. 'Do me a favor? Stay one more night. Let me fall asleep with our legs tangled together and my head on your chest.’ It would make everything so much worse for them tomorrow, but in reality, they both secretly enjoyed the pain.
h.m. ‡ tales that weren’t meant to be told #6












