~ELENA

Joey's lips gently brushed across my forehead as he stood up, and I inhaled in his warmth. I didn't open my eyes though, and within a few seconds, I heard the door close behind him as he walked out.

My eyes fluttered open, and I took a deep breath. It had been about a week since Mark visited me — us — , and every day since then, Joey had been treating me like I was something fragile, something liable to break any moment.

I loved it at first, but now I wish he didn't have to ...