CHAPTER FORTY SIX

And then we made love again.

Yes, we made love. For the first time in my life I learned how that felt, and how different it was from fucking. And it felt so good that I cried a little bit because of that as well. I mean, when I first was at it...

Whatever.

“Aren’t you tired?” she asked softly in the early morning hours, while stroking a finger along my jaw.

“I am,” I admitted truthfully.

“Then why aren’t you sleeping?”

I was silent for a little while and tried to explain it with words.

“Because I’m afraid you’ll be gone when I wake up,” I said quietly.

She smiled and kissed my shoulder and let her finger trail in circles on my chest.

“I won’t leave, Aaron. Not unless you tell me to.”

She yawned and rolled over to her back, but her arm was still wrapped around my waist, and I was hugging hers.

“I need to go back to New York to work. But I won’t leave.”

Then she placed her palm on my chest where my heart was.

“From here.”

I covered her hand with mine and squeezed it a bit. Then I brough