Even If It's Just Pieces of You

I push at his chest and he relents, pulling away and letting me sit with my back tot he headboard.

He’s watching me carefully, as if trying to gauge my reaction to his words, to his suggestion. With my hand shaking, I reach for the mug of tea he had brought and sit cross-legged.

The tea warms my hands, and the room is quiet, except for the occasional sound of him shifting on the bed.

I take a s