74 - Goodnight

His question seems to hang in the air between us. I shift backwards in the bed, making sure that there is space for him to rest. But he doesn’t move, he lingers and I touch my tongue to my lips. They’re dry, and I know that I’m still dehydrated. I swallow, trying to line my throat with anything as I attempt to speak.

‘Please,’ it's a husky murmur that scraps my vocal chords. There’s another moment of hesitation before Kylar climbs onto the bed beside me. His weight dipping the mattress. He props himself up against the pillows, pulling the blanket up, over his waist to his chest and lays back watching the ceiling. One hand resting on his middle, the other behind his head.

He wanted to join me in bed, yet I get the feeling that he’s doing everything he can to separate himself from me. As though he’s my friend and has never been my lover. But that can’t be true, if we had never been lovers we wouldn’t have the twins. We wouldn’t have been through the ordeal of the last few days.

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