We’re both quiet for a couple minutes, and I could easily fall asleep like this, but then he speaks up.

“How do you really feel about May not doing the games with you? Are you okay?”

Ugh. Way to ruin the afterglow.

I should say yes, because how selfish would it be to admit I want my daughter all to myself? I want to remain her best friend forever, the most important person in her world. And I know that’s unfair.

Sighing, I say, “It’s fine. As long as she’s happy, I’ll be happy.” Which is true enough. But my orgasm must have drained all of the pretense out of me, because I can’t completely hide the sting of her decision. “It just sucks to feel like I’m being replaced.”

“You’re definitely not being replaced,” Travis says.

“I know that rationally,” I tell him. “But I’ve never really had to share May with anyone else before. I know it’s a good thing though. She deserves to have her grandparents in her life. She deserves more family to love her.”

I don’t ever want her to feel as alone as I have after losing so many people close to me.

Travis runs his hand up my spine and cups the back of my head. “You deserve that too. Family. People to love you.”

“I have May.” My daughter loves me, and that should be enough. There’s no need for me to be getting choked up here, but I am, and I hate it.

“You have other people too, you know,” he says gently. “Family doesn’t have to be blood. You have so many friends in this town, people who care about you.”

I close my eyes, holding back tears. I might have a lot of friends, but it’s not the same thing. I’ve never had another friend like April. And maybe it’s my own fault. After everything I’ve been through, I have a tendency to not let people in all the way, not let anyone else get too close.

Because I don’t think I could survive losing someone else I care about that much.

“And you have Elise and Grant just as much as May does,” Travis adds, unintentionally twisting the knife deeper.

“No, I don’t.”

“I think you do,” he argues. “Even if you don’t realize it or can’t accept it yet.”

I want to ask him what he would know about it, but I need to put an end to this conversation. We’re supposed to be basking in the post-orgasm bliss, not poking at old wounds.

Actually, I’m the only one who’s gotten off. And I should remedy that.

Banishing all the sad thoughts from my brain, I prop myself up on my elbow. “The only thing I can’t accept is the fact that you haven’t covered me in your cum yet.”