Chapter 84

Morning light cuts through the half-open blinds, thin blades of gold across the bed.

The sheets are tangled around my hips.

He hasn’t slept. I can tell by the set of his shoulders.

I don’t love him back.

I never will.

But I need this, need him, and how the hell do I tell him that without giving him the one thing he actually wants?

I shove the sheet off and crawl across the mattress, knees sinking