“Are you just asking because you want to have sex with me?” I asked, my voice strangled.
“What? Tell me you’re joking, Sabrina. I fucking love the sex, but your comfort and pain means a hell of a lot more to me.”
My eyes stung. “Sorry. I know. I’m just tired.”
“That’s alright, baby. Just get some sleep for now, okay?”
I nodded into the pillow, hoping he couldn’t see my tears.
His arms wrapped around my body, and he wrapped himself around me like he’d done before.
I was starting to worry that I wouldn’t be able to sleep anymore without his body engulfing mine.