Despite the exhaustion pulling at my eyes, I couldn’t fall asleep, so I just stared at the ceiling and listened to the silence.
Maybe it was my imagination, but a whiff of Josh’s cologne from the last time he slept over lingered. If I closed my eyes, I could almost pretend he was there, his face buried in my neck and his strong body cradling mine.
You know, you’re the first guy I’ve been with in my room.
First and last, Red.
Possessive much?
Damn right I am. I don’t like sharing.
Sharing is a virtue, Josh.
I don’t give a flying fuck. I don’t share. Not when it comes to you.
Something warm and wet trickled down my cheek. Its saltiness teased my lips, and I realized I was crying again.
Unlike my earlier sobs, these tears didn’t make a sound. They were quiet screams trapped in my chest, burrowing into my bones and suffocating me.
I didn’t bother wiping them away. I just lay there, staring into the darkness and letting it eat me alive.