Betty's POV

His arms locked around me. His head fell on my shoulders. The steam and scented oil fragrance wrapped around us. The silence was calming in a way that my entire body relaxed immediately

In his arms, I didn't know when I drifted into sleep. The next morning my eyes fluttered open. The room was silent. I didn't have to glance to my side to know he was gone

Damn, my waist was still killing me. I didn't want to move a muscle. I was never going to try that anymore; at ...