Chapter 4We take a break from all the heavy stuff after that; both of us are emotionally and physically exhausted after everything, so I convince him to take a nap with me. He agrees, but we both keep our clothes on as we lie down—that’s a first—and Frankie keeps his hands to himself and doesn’t snuggle close. That never happens.
It’s disconcerting, but I don’t know what to do about it. I want to snuggle close, but at the same time I…can’t.
I doze off and exist in the weird place between sleep and waking for what seems like forever. I can’t sleep properly without him curled around me, and this physical distance between us must go if we’re gonna have the slightest chance to make it through this.
But what do I do? What do I want to do?
My phone on the nightstand buzzes with a message, an
