Summer
I entered the bedroom and closed the door behind me. He was sitting on his side of the bed, his elbows braced on his knees and his face hiding in his palms. He didn’t look up even as I neared him. Standing in front of him, I circled my fingers around his wrists and pulled his palms off his face. With my index finger I tilted his chin up and looked into his eyes.
With a tórtured groan of a wild animal, he buried his face between my breasts as his hands came around me. I swallowed the knot lodged in my throat and I tightened my arms around his head. “I don’t want to lose you.” His words vibrated through my heart and deep into my soul. “I just can’t, Little Red. I realised something when you were there…” I weaved my fingers through his dark locks as he said, “My parents’ death broke
