Chapter 35

The shower didn’t lead to sex. He didn’t even initiate anything, and neither did I. He was a complete gentleman who stood behind me, washed my hair and body, and cuddled me a lot.

Too drained, too all over the place due to being exhausted. Still maybe in shock, and all the Paris stuff is rolling around in my head. We had the quickest shower ever and wrapped in towels, I am now lying on the bed while he crawls up beside me. He’s wearing a towel around his waist and lays by my side to stroke the hair from my face.

“I’ve missed you in this bed.” He says unguardedly, leaning in to kiss me chastely on the lips. I don’t kiss him back, but I don’t reject him either. I want us to be okay, yet I have a right to still be mad at him, and he knows it.

“I’ve missed this place. Missed New York.” I answer tiredly, rolling onto my back to stare at the ceiling and feel the peace that being back here brings me. Completely different being here, as though somehow the air around me is