{KAYLA}
The next day, I wake up clinging to his body again. And all the days in the following two weeks too. Every morning, I'm holding on to him, a headache beating in my skull. Every morning, he's also holding on to me, his large arms around me, his palms squeezing my breasts tenderly. Tenderly, but not missing the possessiveness he had.
Every morning, he's ready for me with a tablet and a glass of water.
"At least you didn't slap me this time," he tells me softly this morning after handing me the glass of water and tablet before heading for a shower. But I don't even know what he's talking about.
