Chapter 104: Yvonne

Yvonne crossed her legs and sat up a bit straighter. She picked at one plate after the other while listening to the sounds from the shower.

She wanted to stay in this bubble where she could pretend it was all perfectly okay.

The bathroom door squeaked.

She held her breath and watched as inch by inch, Nolan came into view.

He wore clean sweatpants and a black T-shirt that molded to those arms of his. He dragged a towel over his hair, one eye peering at her.

"Food good?" he asked.

"Yeah." She set her fork down, no longer hungry.

He tossed the towel over the back of a chair then crossed to the bedside. He perched next to her, picked up her fork and stabbed a bit of the pasta. She twisted her hands in the sheets, both hungry for his nearness and dreading what came next.

"Are we going to talk?" she blurted when the pressure in her head grew too much.

"Sure." He set the fork down then twisted toward her, stretching his left arm along the headboard. "I don't know where to st