Kelly
Neither of us can sleep. We end up sitting there talking all night. But it didn't really seem to help. Both of us are tense. We skirt around issues, then slam into them, then back off again. I'm exhausted, but wired. Crash is tense—obviously angry—and struggling. But still reaching for me.
About four in the morning I realize, we haven't kissed.
The thought makes me swallow. Crash has always struggled to keep his hands off me. But I suppose learning I'm a mother kind of kills the sexy vibe. And it doesn't help that I'm tense too, because there's more to say. It seems small, but after everything else… I keep bracing myself to do it, then giving up as our conversation turns in a different direction. Afraid of what it'll do to Crash to have even a small blow now.
