Chapter 45

Nia

I lie in my bed, covered by a light blanket, and watch Reeves study my body religiously, with his mouth, not leaving any area of skin un-kissed, untouched. Having him explore it reverently, I think about how he cleanses my soul, stripping me to my core each time I reveal another piece of me to him.

"I'm scared, " I say cautiously.

Reeves leaves a kiss on my knee and pivots his head. "What of? " he asks softly. He turns to sit cross-legged at my feet. Taking them in his hands, he starts kneading. "Tell me, " he says with dramatic flare.

"I've become dependent on us, on you. "

His face softens.

"I'm scared of what will happen if we just don't. . ."

"Nia, that won't happen. This co-dependence goes both ways. I can't begin my day or go to sleep at night without you, or the thought of you. "

"I've let you in so deep inside, to my weakest hidden places, " I whisper.