He was still in his jeans, his bulge still straining against his zipper.
I reached for it. He grabbed my hand, laced his fingers with mine and pressed them to his stomach.
I tried to tug my hand away but he wouldn’t let me.
“No.”
“Why not?”
He was silent. I glanced up to find him worrying his bottom lip with his teeth, his gaze cast to the wall.
His only reply was a squeeze of my hand and a kiss on my head. “Go to sleep.”
“But you’re still—”
“Sleep, Aurnia.”