NIRELLE

"Can I come closer?" Lucien's question makes me realise how at the edge of the bed he is, and I don't know if I am supposed to be okay with everything, but I miss him, even though I am not sure how that is supposed to feel with him. I nod, and his hand falls from my chin, and he is sitting by my side on the bed.

"Can I hold you?" he asked again, and I nodded once more, afraid that my voice would betray me. He leans in more and rests his back against the pillow before pulling me and then ...