Theo licked my hand, and I giggled.
Okay.
Alotless sober than I was giving myself credit for. I knew I shouldn’t have taken an aspirin on an empty stomach, but my wrist had been bothering me and I didn’t want Harvey to know. I didn’t want him to feel guilty for running me over.
“I’m so glad you ran me over,” I said aloud, following that train of thought through.
Harvey raised an eyebrow, pulling my shoes off and helping me with my sweater when I raised my arms for him.
“None of this would’ve happened if you didn’t,” I clarified. “Best week of my life.”
“Yeah?” Harvey asked. “I guess you did get the good drugs.”
“I got the good Harvey,” I said. There was something I wanted to say, but it felt… distant. Like something on a shelf an inch too high for me. Just out of reach, but close enough to brush my fingers against.
“Is there a bad Harvey?” he asked, pushing me onto the bed and opening my pants.
I giggled again as he pulled them off, a surge of arousal fizzling out almost as soon as it rose up.
Or didn’t rise up, in this case.
The thought made me laugh again—it was genuinely funny this time, but Harvey was looking at me like I’d drained the ocean.
If the ocean had been made of champagne.
People kept handing me glasses and everyone was so happy, andIwas so happy, and I couldn’t stop thinking about how good dancing with Harvey at a wedding felt.
I’d always wanted to dance with Harvey at a wedding.
Our wedding. It’d always been our wedding, when I pictured it.
“There’s an absent Harvey,” I said before the thought slipped my mind entirely.
I couldn’t tell if the silence was long, or time itself just seemed longer than usual. Not that I ever had a particularly solid grasp of the passage of time.
“I’m here now,” Harvey said softly, tucking me under the blankets he’d pulled aside before he made me sit down. My eyes closed as soon as the weight settled over me.
It wasn’tquiteas good as being cuddled, but it was nearly there.
“You’re over there now,” I complained. “You promised we could cuddle.”
“So I did,” Harvey said, a smile turning up his lips.
I loved it when Harvey smiled.
I watched him undress quietly, on my best behavior. Harvey had been so good to me—so patient, so caring. Not just tonight, but ever since he’d come back.
He’d always been good to me.
“You look so good naked,” I murmured, a crack forming in my best behavior intentions. But it made Harvey laugh, so maybe it wasn’t so bad.
“Flatterer,” he said, grabbing something off the floor and then padding around to the other side of the bed.
The mattress creaked under him as he climbed in, but this was a bed meant for two people. It felt better with another person in it, and I loved that the other person was Harvey.
I loved Harvey so much the feeling was pressing against my ribcage, too big for my chest. All I wanted was to be closer to him.
“Did you have a nice night?” Harvey asked as he shuffled across the mattress, holding the blankets up so I could go to him.
