Chapter 28

But what I need now is to be close to him. To feel his bare skin against mine and his beating heart against my chest.

When we arrive at our apartment, he parks the car and leads me inside. We get undressed in silence, and I crawl into bed without brushing my teeth. When he joins me, I shuffle close, wrap my arm around his waist, and hide my face in the crook of his neck. He winds his long limbs around me, his hands trembling, his heart thumping so hard, I can feel it. He’s shaken, too.

“I’m sorry,” I say, voice muffled by his skin.

“What are you sorry for?”

“For reacting like this. For jumping to the worst conclusions.”

“Oh, Lawrence, don’t be so hard on yourself. It’ll take time, you know that.” He tries his hardest to sound strong and reassuring, I can tell, but his body reveals his true emotions. His pulse flutters wildly against my temple. His hands don’t stop shaking, and his breathing stutters.

“You’re worried,” I say.