Thirty-six

We woke tangled in bed, my back to his front. The curtains were drawn, the only light coming in was barely enough to differentiate our surroundings. His arm and leg were dropped over me, keeping me locked in.

My human made jail breathed deeply behind me as his arm tightened. “You slept like the dead.” I said softly.

“Look who’s talking.”

“You passed out right away, I had to stay here awake all by myself.”

“All by yourself.” He turns me around to watch his the astonished expression on his face. “Woman, I’ve been working non stop under the pouring rain. Pushing cattle, lifting weight and helping families.” I struck some type of nerve. “I was right next to you. Alone, come on.”

“Yeah, well.” It was hard to come up with something. And when the corners of his mouth curved I gave up. “Oh shut up big brute.”

“I’m not even saying anything.”

Annoyance filled me. Whatever I had been trying to do failed. I didn’t even understand my constant neediness and expressing it had been worse. B