Chapter 65: Lie Down
Sarah
I slowly stroke Matthew’s hair as he buries his face between my breasts.
He is acting like a little boy, I think to myself, smiling softly. Probably because he is drunk. God...how much did he have to drink?
I can feel his possessiveness in the way his fingers dig into my waist, not hard enough to hurt but firm enough to claim.
"I’m not going anywhere," I whisper, though I’m not sure if I’m saying it to reassure him or myself.
His hands slide up my back, pulling me closer against him. "Good," he mumbles against my skin. "Because I won’t let you."
"Matthew," I say softly, lifting his face so I can see his eyes. They’re glassy from the alcohol, but there’s something else there too. Something vulnerable. "You will have to let me go so I can get dressed."
He groans like a petulant child, resting his forehead between my breasts again. "Just a minute," he mutters, wrapping his arms tighter around my waist. "Just... let me stay like this for a minute."
I sigh, but my fingers instinctively return to his hair, threading through the soft strands. He leans into the touch like a man starved of affection, and for a moment, I let him have it. I let him hold me. And he lets me hold him.
His breathing slows a little, evening out against my skin, and for a split second, I wonder if he’s about to fall asleep like this, wrapped around me, clinging.
"Matthew," I whisper.