Chapter 3Joakim climbs off me before we permanently stick together, wanders off to the bathroom, returns with a towel, and kneels on the bed next to me. With tender and thorough hands, he wipes off our mess, making sure he doesn’t miss a single drop, then he takes care of himself before laying down next to me. He rests his head on my shoulder, winds his arm around my waist. Flings his leg over mine, and inhales deeply, pressing his nose into my skin.
After a few moments, I hug him back—he never wants to cuddle after s*x, says he’s too warm and sweaty—but now he clings to me, holds me tight, as though he’s afraid to let me go. I, on the other hand, have always been the cuddly type, so I burrow my nose into his hair and hold him closer. “Are you okay?” I ask.
“No. Not really.” He pulls bac
