he lifted himself off the bed as stealthily as possible and grabbed the clean sheets he had brought. the comforter was clean, so he didn't bother moving her, he just covered her up and climbed in next to her, clothes and all. he indulged himself for several minutes, simply looking at her, beyond the bruises.

an annoying beep pulled him away from his thoughts. he wanted to kiss her. he wanted to remove his clothes and rub his dick across her soft skin. he wanted inside of her.

he shook himself and got up to pick up his phone from the floor. he had received a text:

r: i'm flying in. see you soon.

he felt dizzy, then angry, then like yelling and throwing things around the room, and then...a deep, deep loss. he thought about the three and a half weeks with livvie and the time that was now lost to them. all the debt piled high above his head. he stared at the text, feeling...nothing at all. he watched livvie sleep and the rage that had always coiled and seethed, floated away.

rafiq, he thought, rafiq. things had just become more complicated than he had ever dreamed. as he looked at the sleeping girl on the bed, only one thought entered his mind. be strong. whether he meant the thought for himself or the girl, he had no energy to guess. he only knew he wanted to get back in bed with her and pretend the last few minutes never happened.