“Nick,” he said, pressing his hand to my chest, “you have the right.” He kissed me gently.
I knew what he meant. But did I truly deserved this blessedness?
“Are you thinking of David?” O’Reilly asked in a kind tone. “You have that look in your eyes again.”
“I’m sorry.” I carefully moved away and climbed out of bed. I didn’t want to ruin this perfect moment with my grief and regret. “Let me get you a warm washcloth. Just put the rubber in the bin there.”
Derek nodded, watching me leave with a sad expression.