Leather Journals

The rest of the trip passes in by in contentment. Peace.

We don’t have another confrontation or a deep conversation, and I’m thankful for it. Even more thankful that we aren’t forced to share a bed again.

When Ryker woke up, he pulled away like I had burned him.

And maybe I had.

I burn for him.

For once, things are easy. We exist in the same space without feeling the need to fill the silence,