Too serious.
“Not for a while,” I said flatly.
I didn’t want to talk about it.
Didn’t want to revisit the past—
which was already clawing its way back in without permission.
“What helps you fall asleep afterward?”
I was grateful he didn’t ask for details.
But I still pressed my lips together at the question.
It had always been Dwayne.
Our rooms were next to each other.
He always heard when I had nightmares—
his sleep was too light.
He’d come in.
And I’d fall asleep in his arms.
But I wasn’t going to tell Airis that.
Dwayne, Gwendolyn, Mike—
none of them would be there for me the way they used to.
I needed to learn how to survive without them.
“I asked you a question,” he said, his voice colder now.
I exhaled.
He wasn’t going to drop it.
Just like with the pastries.
“They helped.”
“How?”
I swear, one more second under that gaze and I’d start overheating.
“Hugs.”
I avoided looking at him, speaking quickly—
almost rushing the words.
“Let’s just pretend nothing happened. I’m not a kid. I’ll figure it out—”
The bed creaked.