KENNEDY

 

I knew how he felt. 

 

Instead of the rigidity of his body and the raw emotions brewing in his eyes, I knew he wasn’t comfortable with my decision to visit my family back in the States.

 

He twisted and turned in bed. He woke up earlier. I watched him run around the property. He came sweaty catching his breath, but he still looked delicious. Usually, he cracked a joke or gave remarks. Not this morning, though—just a wry smile and a quick kiss, then he took a shower. 

 

I fought the urge to join him. I thought of giving him time to himself. But he made me worry as...