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“I’m going with you.” Her hair muffled Brian’s voice as he spoke into the crook of her neck.
She licked her lips, baffled by his statement.
“What?”
Brian rolled onto his side, leaving a chill of empty air above her. She grasped at the only blanket they had, but since they both lay atop it, she could only use the edge to cover herself. Not that it mattered, she reminded herself and felt foolish for feeling so exposed. Brian couldn’t see her nakedness. Not without his hands.
She had the sudden urge to take his hands and place them on her body again.
“When you leave,” Brian clarified with a relaxed sigh. “I’m going with you.”
Allison blinked, then moved, lifting herself onto her elbow so she could face him.
“You can’t.”
He grunted an unamused laugh. “Who says?”
“I say. They need you here.”
“They need more than I can give them, Ally.”
“You’re all they have.”
Brian sighed, and the sadness he carried within started to chip away at his relaxed and sated state.
“They don’t need me. Ally, they need medicines we don’t have. They need hospitals and doctors who can heal them. People who can see them.” He scowled and the serene expression from a moment ago faded completely. “And I don’t want to leave you alone with Donovan.”
She huffed. “You don’t trust me?”
“I don’t trust Donovan,” he amended. “And I can’t stand the thought of not hearing your voice. Even for a day.”
Emotion swelled within her, striking her silent. Her throat clenched tight. She couldn’t speak for fear of having him hear her tears in her voice.
A loud knock sounded at the door.
“Break’s over,” Brian sighed, turning his face from her. Dismay and heartache settled once again into his expression as he got out of bed, searched the floor for his clothes with his hands and began dressing.
Allison’s lips parted, wanting still to say the words, but the moment was gone. She shut her mouth, frowning.
Later.
Maybe tomorrow.
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