“What's on your mind, Baby girl?” Damian suddenly asked as we were watching a series on Tv the next day. I loved relaxing like this, me leaning against his shoulder with his arm holding me tight.
“Just how much I love you.” I lifted my head to look at him and gave him a smile.
He chuckled. “I love you too, Baby girl. Is that all you’ve been thinking about? You’ve been quiet all day.” His expression turned serious.
“How much I love you and how lucky I am to have you,” I told him again, smiling softly at him.
He looked deep into my eyes and sighed before turning his gaze back to the tv. He knew I had lied to him, but he didn’t say anything. Of course, my words were all true. I loved him, and I was lucky to have him, but that wasn’t what I was thinking.
I still think of what happened yesterday. It disturbed me that my PTSD extended to the way that I couldn’t have sex with him.
