Chapter 10
Eventually, my tears dried, and I drew a shuddering breath. “I’m depressed,” I said.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean I have a full-blown depression. I worked myself into the ground. Eighty-hour work weeks at a job I abhorred. One day, eighteen months ago, I…couldn’t get out of bed. Literally.”
“No?” he asked.
“I tried. My alarm went off. I had several important meetings. I threw off my blanket and everything, but I couldn’t make my legs move. I couldn’t…I couldn’t…”
“Hush, honey. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”
“Can I, uh, can I touch you? Your skin?” I needed his warmth. And to feel connected to him.
“Of course.”
I fingered the hem of his T-shirt, pulling it up little by little until I could lay my hand on his stomach.
“Ooooh.” I drew in a moan. His belly was as soft as I had imagined and an amazing contrast to all the other sharp angles of his body. I fanned out my fingers and hummed as his silky body hair tickled my palm.