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After a few moments, Ginger pressed her body against me. Her arm snaked its way under mine and across my waist. She kissed my back and pulled her body closer.

“I don’t know why I reacted like that,” she whispered.

“It’s fine.”

“Doesn’t feel fine. Feels like you’re mad.”

“I’m not.”

She pulled away. I could tell she was moving around behind me. A tug on my arm pulled me to my back, and then she scrambled to climb on top of me.

“What the hell?”

Ginger grabbed my arms and placed them on her back. Her bare back. She slid her arms under mine, pressing her trembling body against my chest.

“Are you cold?”

She shook her head. I wrapped her tighter in my arms.

“I lied,” she whispered.

“About?”

“Not knowing why I reacted that way. I know exactly why.”

The tremor in her voice confirmed my earlier suspicions; it was another bad memory because of that sadistic asshole.

“It doesn’t matter. Everyone has limits. No one is a complete open book.”

“So, you’re keeping things from me?”

I ran my fingers up and down her back, keeping to the sides and away from her scar, not wanting to make her uncomfortable about it again.

“No, Ginger, I can’t think of anything I’ve not shared or wouldn’t share with you.”

“So, it’s okay for you to be an open book but not me?” The accusation went unmasked in her tone.

I remained quiet, unsure of how I was the bad guy again. But I was. A real damned if I do, damned if I don’t situation.

“That’s not what I’m saying. If you want to share, then I’m more than happy to hear what you have to say. But it has to be because you want to. Not because you think I’m mad, which I’m not, or because you feel you’ve been pushed into some sort of corner. I’m not gonna try and Jedi mind trick you into anything. If it’s a topic you don’t want to discuss, I respect that. Say you don’t want to talk about it. But don’t lie to me.”

She nodded. “Okay.”

Ginger’s head rested against my chest. The weight of her body against mine, was comfortable. I closed my eyes and listened to her steady breathing.

She shifted, moving off me to curl up beside me. I wrapped my arm around, her keeping her close. I ran my fingers up and down her arm as I drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 50

Calida

“You’re looking different today,” Dr. Carr commented, directing me to the chair.

My hand went up to my shaggy hair. “Yeah, the growing out phase sucks.”

Dr. Carr gave a smile. “I wasn’t referring to your appearance. I was talking about your demeanor.”

“Oh.”

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