*Eleanor*
I have been pretending he’s Erik for too long now. It’s not fair to him.
“I don’t want to pretend you are him,” I tell him softly. “I don’t know what I want.”
It’s a terrible answer, and he deserves better. Unfortunately, though, it’s the best I can give him. He has been so kind and patient with me, and I don’t deserve this.
“You are not ready yet,” he tells me.
I nod and chew nervously on my lip. Erik told me it gave away my nervousness, but I don’t think I care right now, especially with Anders. “No. I am not.”
“You just had a baby,” he reminds me.
“I’m healed,” I tell him with a soft smile at his thoughtfulness. “My mind and my body want different things.”
He leans forward, touching his forehead to mine. “And what does your mind want?”
I frown as a tear rolls d
