When I woke up sometime later, it was dark and quiet. Somehow, I was holding Lindsay in my arms. I had no idea when or how it had happened. I must have turned and done it in my sleep. Her body was pressed up close to mine and I was holding her tightly.
I knew that it was wrong. I knew that I’d gone against my own decision.
I told myself to move away from her, pretend it hadn’t happened. But it felt too damn good. I squeezed her tighter to me and closed my eyes.