LINDEN

 

I knew this would happen. The fucking pillow was getting in our way. I lay on my back while Estelle curled into her pillow. She looked comfortable, though. I only wished she found that kind of comfort in me. A moment later, her body shook. She made fun of me.

“I can hear your brain cursing the hell out of this pillow, Gabriel.” She turned her head, grinning.

“It’s all right, baby. If only I could take all your discomfort, pain, and weight from you. I already did. What a little comfort you found in your pillow that I wouldn’t give.”

“Really?”

“Why do you sound so surprised?”

She...