“What you thinking about anyway?” Zane asked through a yawn.
Rory thought about lying but instantly rejected the idea. “The fucking bitch and what she did.”
Zane’s rubbing didn’t pause. “Forget her. She’s not worth losing sleep over.”
“Yeah.” He closed his eyes and breathed out slowly, trying to release the rest of his anger.
As the room had twin beds, Rory had thought he and Zane would have to sleep apart, but when Rory had mentioned this, Zane had insisted Rory sleep with or rather on top of him. “Never gonna let you sleep on your own again,” Zane had insisted. “Like holding you, and don’t want you to have any more bad dreams.”
So they’d undressed, visited the bathroom—Zane carrying Rory once again—and gotten under the covers.
But, try as he might, Rory’s mind wouldn’t switch off. “Zane?”
“Uh huh?”
“Why did you ask me to read that book to you if it…held such bad memories?”