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“Nah, just man up and say your partner struck you in a flurry of anger after you wouldn’t stop snoring.”
“I don’t snore.”
“You could snore.”
“It’s a lie from the pit of hell and you know it. You snore.”
“I exhale.”
“It’s the same thing where you’re concerned, like a train honking its horn over and over again until said train gets tossed to the side only to kick out its wheels and attempt another murder.”
I barely kept my laughter in. “What’s this now about trains?”
“I’m so tired.” He covered his face with his hands. “And now I need ice for swelling, why are you so violent?”
I shrugged. “You could have gone to the bed.”
“You’re not in the bed,” he whispered.
The living room fell silent.
“You know”—he continued—“for me to check on, to make sure you’re living and I don’t go to prison, because somehow I imagine that even if I was innocent, anything that could go wrong would go wrong, so no, I’m not going to the bed.”
My stomach flipped. “I mean, we both could go, it’s more comfortable.”
He scratched his face and looked down at the ground. “Yeah, I mean, if you’re down for it. We have to be up in a few hours, and I set my alarm to wake you up in the next twenty minutes, so I think we’re good, just one more final check before we meet everyone downstairs at nine.”
“Yeah.” My voice was weak, so were my knees, my entire body actually. “So, let’s just move over there, did you want to grab ice or?”
Ace shook his head and ran a hand through his hair, probably trying to tame it, his shirt rode up reminding me of golden abs and a V that seemed to go on for days.
Damn, hiking that trail had been fun.
Ace waved a hand in front of my face. “You um, good?”
“Concussed,” I blurted. “Sorry, I’m concussed.”
“Such a weird word.” He smirked. “Do you need help walking?”
I wouldn’t say no to him carrying. “No, I’m good.”
I managed to stand up straight and follow him into the bedroom. Ace didn’t grab ice, but he did look over his shoulder like he was checking on me while we made our way into the master bedroom.
The bed was looming.
A California King that would swallow both of us up.
I’d just lean as far as I could toward my side and it would be totally fine, and then he’d be on his side, we could even put a few pillows in between.
Not that it mattered.
We’d been in a relationship, he’d seen it all, and I’d seen it all, but now it felt newer, different. Maybe because I was different. I wasn’t the same Bri he’d fallen in love with. I’d like to think I was better. Hopefully.
Again. Therapy.
The lights were off in the room except for a tiny night light in the corner by the bathroom.
It was a large green gecko with a sombrero on.
