The room was quiet except for the slow, steady sound of Mark’s breathing. He was awake, but he hadn’t said anything since I shut him down.I hated that.

I hated the silence, the way he was just there, waiting for me to say something, waiting for me to explain myself.

I didn’t want to explain anything.

I didn’t want to talk about why I had thrown myself at him like that.

So I did what I did best…..I reached for him again.

Mark tensed the second my fingers brushed his skin. He sighed and ...