135. Kendra
Kendra
When I wake up, the first thing I notice is being surrounded by warmth.
I could get used to this.
I blink my eyes open.
That’s a dangerous thought.
I take in the man beside me.
Relaxed in sleep, Luther looks like himself.
Asleep, I can see the difference. I can see how tense he’s been the last few times I’ve seen him.
Hurting you is the last thing I ever wanted to do.
I don’t deserve another chance with you.
I stare at the line of his jaw.
He didn’t ask for another chance. Just said he didn’t deserve one.
I assume he wants one, but assuming things hasn’t worked out too well for us.
And what if…
I roll my lips together.
What if he’s only here out of pity? Because he feels bad about what I went through?
I don’t want that.
I can’t have that.
I think I could forgive him for a lot of things. But I couldn’t forgive him for being with me for any other reason than wanting me.
I take a slow breath.
No assumptions, Kendra.
Slowly, I extract myself from Luther’s hold.
I have a call with a supplier this morning. The perfect excuse to get out of bed.
Because we do need to talk. But if I stay next to a mostly naked Luther much longer, it won’t be our mouths that do the talking.