Summer
“Tell me something…” I said, nudging my head backward in the crook of his neck.
We were sitting on the floor, nakëd, in front of the fireplace in the bedroom with a soft sheet wrapped around us both. His back was supported by the high-backed chair while I was tucked into his body, with my back pressed to his front. And the chess pieces were scattered somewhere around us on the rug. We had started playing and once again I had teased him, he had lost. It made me wonder if he let me win the first two times in the beginning. But then I couldn’t think about it as he had thrown the chessboard aside and pulled me down on the rug.
It had been almost a week since the accident and his wish for me to grant us a chance. It wasn’t something I had to think about. Him and Lily’s words had pushe
