Unfinished Business

Zara

"Are you sure?" he asked.

I nodded first, then remembered he was the kind of man who needed to hear things out loud.

"Yes," I said.

"That's all I needed to hear, angry bird." He pressed his lips to my neck, then to my forehead, and something about the forehead one undid me more than anything else that had happened in the last thirty minutes.

Then he gently pulled his hand from inside me and I