In-Love with More than One
I run my hand up and down her small back, furrowing my eyebrows.
“You don’t have to…” she starts.
Suddenly, I am acutely aware of how close she is. Instinctively, I push some loose strands of hair behind her ear, capturing her gaze.
“I told you I want to, Amelia. Is that really so hard to believe?”
My voice drops, and I can see her eyes glistening. She settles her hand over mine, where I hold Lyla against my chest. Her tiny head falls onto my shoulder, her tears seeping into my shirt, but she’s quieting down. Fighting, but relenting all the same.