“What’s wrong?” I closed my eyes, having no idea where to start. “I fucked up,” I whispered back. She rubbed my back and I soaked in her heat, the rain hiding us from the world, still wondering how she got inside me—inside my head and my . . . “Need to hide for a while?” she asked, a lilt of comfort in her voice. And I nodded. “Yeah.” For as long as I could.
