Barbara’s POV

Jeremy lay in the bed close to me. As he slept. I could barely sleep a wink. His hand was wrapped around my waist. Which made me angry.

His slow breath tickled my neck. This might have appeared to be a private moment between lovers to someone else.

Then, I saw it as a prison. I hated the warmth of his touch. The spot where his arm lay made my skin crawl.

Despite my desire to push him away, I knew better.

It will be a waste of effort. I'd rather endure the torture than ...