He doesn’t speak. Once again, he has no words, but I don’t want to hear them anyway. I just want to forget it happened. I want to forget all of our problems and go back to before that night in his room when I was nothing more than the girl who kept his bed warm. Right now, I would settle for that.

My anger subsides as he breathes into my hair.

It’s like he wants to talk, but never does. Maybe he wants to say sorry again but decides not to. Maybe he’s trying to say it with the hug.

And as much as my anger subsides, my anxiety only grows.

Two weeks ago, my decision was easy. Sell the shop. Run away.

A week ago, my decision was easier. Keep the shop. Stay with Murph.

But now...everything is hazy, and I have no idea what I’m going to do.

The room is dark and silent as she grinds her hips against me. When Savannah climbed into my bed tonight, I was surprised. I was sure it would take weeks for her to come back to my bed, but we don’t have weeks. There is only one and a half before they read the will, which could mark the end of something or the beginning of something else.

I did everything I could to make her feel how sorry I was. She asked me why I said it, and I had no answer to that.

I mean, I know why I said it. I was bitter. Stupid. Drunk. Jealous.

A winning combination.

But it didn’t feel like a good enough answer to give her, so I kept my mouth shut.

She moans as she curls her hips again, pushing me deeper. I grab her hip and drive into her again, watching her head hang back and her eyes fall closed.

“Do it again,” she whispers, and I do. As she picks up speed, panting and clutching my chest for dear life, I wish she’d look at me. I could count on one hand how many times she’s looked in my eyes since the party. That intense night in the garage, when she made me look at her as I came, was the last perfect moment before I ruined it. Now, I want it back.

“Look at me,” I growl, but she doesn’t. She only picks up speed, moaning louder until I have to clamp my hand over her mouth to keep her from waking the others.

“Harder, Murph,” she gasps. I meet her thrusts with my own until she’s biting her lip to keep from screaming. I don’t take my eyes off of her while I come, but she won’t even open hers.