Our future

I wasn’t sure how long we lay there, both of us silent. I’d gone completely soft, and we’d shifted around enough that I’d pulled out of her. But she was still lying in my arms, only with me on my back and her half on top of my chest. I held her to me, with one hand carding through her soft hair.

“I’m sorry,” I said, once I couldn’t stand the silence anymore.

She hummed, then shifted on my chest, folding her hands on top of me, then resting her chin on them as she smiled up at me.

“You said that before,” she reminded me. “When we were getting on your bike.”

I grimaced. “Yeah, but that was a pathetic attempt at an apology. It doesn’t really count. I just really need you to know how fucking sorry I am…”

I didn’t get far, before she was stopping me with her fingers on my mouth. She moved so she was a bit above me, bracing her body with her elbow. Her smile went from teasing to sweet, and she pecked a quick kiss on my jaw before meeting my eyes again.

“Liam, you really don’t need to explai