Kansas slid under the covers and pulled me into his arms. I faced away from him, letting my back fall against his warm, hard body. I inhaled deeply, taking in the smell of his cologne and bourbon on his breath. After we’d fought, I went to bed early, and he sat downstairs and drank. “You’re still having these dreams?” “Nightmares,” I sighed. “Yeah. You don’t?” “I try to block out that time in our lives. We’re more than that, you know that, right?” I sniffled and moved closer to him. “I know.”
