Chapter 32

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I climbed into his bed again and waited for his return. A half hour ticked by, then an hour. And just as he had said, he entered the shed after ninety minutes and seemed calm, cool, and collected. He undressed, made a beeline to the bathroom, and took a whiz. What seemed like an emergency piss to me, he slid into the bed and squeezed me against him

“It’s nice to be back here with you, Cannon. That was a rough two hours.”

“What happened?” I asked, tucked in his arms and feeling cared for, where I felt comfortable.

When had I felt that way last? I couldn’t recall. Not a single name or past boyfriend slipped into my mind. Instead, I only thought of Patrick Brogan and how easy he made life feel for me, without any damages and dangers in the world, at peace.