I buried my faceback in his neck. “Stop it.”
“Stop what?”
I closed myeyes. “Being nice.”
He gave me asqueeze and I kissed his throat.
“Train?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Will you fuckme now?” I whispered.
“No,” hewhispered back.
I sat up,meeting his eyes. “Really?”
“But I’ll holdyou.” He smiled. “All night if you want.”
I burst intotears again. “Really?”
“Yeah, baby. Ofcourse.”
He carried me tobed, and I snuggled up close as I cried myself to sleep.
The nextmorning, I awoke curled up against Train, and I rolled to face him.
“Mornin’,honey,” he said, kissing my temple.
I wrapped my armaround his belly and squeezed. “Morning.”
“How yafeelin’?”
“Sad, butbetter.” I kissed his chest. “Thanks for not bailing on me last night.”
“Bailing’s notin my DNA.”
“I think I needto go home.”
“Yeah?”
I nodded. “TheSavannah shows are in three weeks, so I think we should just rescheduleanything up until then. We can do the Savannah shows and use those as thelaunch point to loop back around to do the ones we’ve missed. It can give everyonea chance to take a break with a definitive ending point, spend time with theirfamilies and regroup, then get back to work.”
“Okay, baby, ifthat’s what you need, I think it’s a great idea. I can head back to Portland—”
“Not you,” Isaid, leaning up to meet his eyes. “Please don’t go back to Portland. Not yet,anyway. Will you come home with me?”
“Home to… where?Lyric and Doom’s place?”
“Well, no, Ihave a place in Savannah. But we’d spend time with them.”
“Hmm.”
I frowned. “Hmm,what?”
He rolled meonto my back. “Three weeks alone with you? With no obligations other thanmakin’ sure you’re fed, fucked, and felicitous?”
“Felicitous?”
