“Neither am I. I’m just telling you the situation.”
He helps me onto my back and parts my thighs so he can clean me between my legs.
Once he’s done, he tosses the towel into the bathroom and climbs on the bed.
He kisses me again and I melt into him, needing more of his touch. “Lie with me,” I say.
He comes to lie next to me and pulls me into his arms. I lean my head on his chest, my hand splayed over his belly.
“I love you,” I say.
“I love you too, and I promise you, from this moment on, Lia, your life is going to get better.”