Oh, no, you don’t! No more. I’m done with all that. I’ve poured enough emotion out this week, and I don’t think I can handle it anymore tonight.

I mentally shake myself to pull it together.

“I hate it too.” I nuzzle into him as he tightens around me reassuringly. I inhale him slowly.

“How was your vacation? Even though you bailed a week early?” His voice is low and husky; it does things to my insides, and I bury my head against his chest. My hair falls over ...