The next morning, I stared at Davinder’s face as he slept.
I’d never seen him sleeping in the sunlight. My eyes traced the creases of his brow, the arc of his nose, the fine lines at the corner of his mouth. He had freckles below his eyes and I’d never noticed the scar across his temple—pale and straight, probably a childhood accident. Or maybe it had happened when he’d fallen off the diving board. He slept on his side, with his arms locked around him—even in his sleep, he seemed to be protecting his heart. He didn’t snore, but he talked in his sleep and moved around a lot.
I leaned in closer and kissed his mouth, knowing he wouldn’t wake up. His eyelids fluttered a bit and he mumbled something, pouting. I’d never seen that expression on his face before. For a short moment, he looked lik
