MARION

I leaned back against the headboard, watching Demetria walk out of the washroom. I tapped my lap, silently telling her to come here. She crossed the room without a word and climbed into my lap, something she’d grown comfortable doing, something I’d grown addicted to. She sat down, her cheek settling onto my chest like it belonged there.

I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her closer, kissing the top of her head and inhaling her scent. My favorite scent. The one that always ...