A Bed of His Making

ped over the horizon as I p

one hand resting loos

eyes lifted, painted with a hint of a smile. "How is it that your tolerance f

managed to muster a faint smile. "Tell

ved to my forehead, then to my tem

er? Should I c

rs, I couldn't help but shrink away f

s eyes. Then he suddenly got up. As he got up, there appeared a

ep. I have some things about the art museum to han

etly to the sound of him closing

aitlin conspicuously return to the

ned, touting its unique style. They also frequently gossiped about her impending wed

ggest one, in the city center, which had been under const

backer of the museum was, thou

Kaitlin, given how he had publicly pur

his eager preparation

understood that Kaitlin was the old flame burnin

also the day Kaitlin would publicly announc

sted their drugs on m

o downstairs only to retreat under the wa

elt like I didn't belong here. I didn't e

away, but I wanted to say goodbye to him bef

ccasionally bring me exquisite gifts and was still e

thusiasm with him that I kept evadi

bit irritable. Hi

you lately? You have nev

s shirt and his trousers... I assumed he

dent and unruly in front of Kaitlin th

art, I spoke softly, "I want

it until the exhibition is over. I'll hav

wait... Silas,

sively. Then he nervo

n's exhibition is. I can't mis

dn't le

o my palms, reopening the healing wounds again. "Wh