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But she had been left before. Totally and completely left. What Levi did wasn’t that bad. And deep down, I wondered if she regretted spending her life alone.
Would she tell me to be happy? Or would she tell me love isn’t worth it?
Either way, I’d never get an answer. She was gone. And all of my questions were my own.
Chapter Twenty-Four
I wishedI could have rested when I was supposed to, but all I could do was lay awake and think of everything that had happened.
Levi was V. He waited too long to tell me.
I was mad at him.
Yet, I also hurt him.
And despite all of this, I still missed him sleeping next to me.
We’d only been in the same room since my migraine, and I’d gotten used to that far too fast. I was used to listening to the sound of his breathing as I drifted off or feeling his warmth adding to my own.
I was frustrated with myself. I needed to sleep to process everything, but I also couldn’t sleep because I kept thinking of other things to say.
Sighing, I swung my feet over the side of the bed and got up. It had to be early in the morning hours, and I was slowly giving up on sleep. I thought about going downstairs to read on the couch, but I knew that wasn’t what I wanted.
My legs stopped me in front of Levi’s bedroom door before I knew it. My hand rested on the doorknob and I wondered if Gram was turning over in her grave. She always said to stay away from men who hurt you.
But I also hurthim.
Levi kept a secret, one he should have told me, but I was slowly realizing that he didn’t have anyone else. If it was truly me and only me, it didn’t change the fact that the lie was wrong. But I could move past it.
Just like he moved past me hiding my migraines.
I didn’t know if I was an idiot or if this was how marriage worked. Was it a symphony of mistakes until you got it right?
Or was I careening into pain?
Apparently, I didn’t care.
I wanted him anyway.
I gently pushed open the door and saw his form on the bed.
“Amy?” His head popped up, eyes on me. “What’s wrong?”
My feet moved of their own accord. I walked to the bed and climbed in, pressing myself into his chest.
Levi’s breath stuttered, but his arms wrapped around me instinctively.
“I can’t sleep,” I said.
“Me either,” he replied. “I missed you too much.”
“Same. I’m too used to you being around.”
His body folded around me, pulling me impossibly closer—more so than we’d been in weeks.
“Why haven’t you touched me since I had the migraine?”
“I’ve done nothing but touch you.”