I feel as if I was taken advantage of.
Most of all, because I'm naked while Julia is still clothed. She's sleeping on my arm, sometimes rubbing her cheek on my skin.
Was she considering telling me the truth? Is that why she felt distant? I can't help but hope she's close to trusting me enough.
But as time passes, I realise it's a wild hope.
She kept her secrets for so long. She won't talk for months to come.
I turn to the side and hug her from the back. She's so defenceless in her dreams.
Dragging the blanket up to cover our shoulders, I make sure she's warm and feels safe. I peck the back of her neck and close my eyes, listening to her heartbeat.
My hair is still wet, but Julia insisted on drying any other part of my body. In the end, she won this battle and did whatever she wanted. My will isn't as firm as it used to be.
