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Cain and Molly had said little to each other over the course of the afternoon. It wasn’t exactly an awkward silence, but more that they were each lost in their own thoughts. So much had changed since Cain had lost his memory, and Molly was still reeling from everything that had happened to her over the last week.
They had gone back to their room and bathed and changed clothes…then Molly had caught sight of a photograph of her family tucked into the frame of her mirror, and the tears had come again. Cain has gathered her close, and carried her off to bed, for the first real rest she’d had an opportunity for in days.
It had been Molly that had initiated the lovemaking, wanting to feel close to him and alive while so many other things in her life were falling apart. It had begun as a frantic and fevered attempt to reaffirm that they were both still living and together and whole, but then it had calmed into a slow and reverent sort of healing. Molly had fallen into an exhausted sleep with her head against Cain’s chest, lulled by the steady heartbeat beneath her ear.
When she woke the next morning, it was to find Cain already awake, sitting in a chair near the bed with a book in his lap, simply watching her sleep.
“Good morning,” she said sleepily. She stretched and swung her lags over the side of the bed.
They had gone back to their room and bathed and changed clothes…then Molly had caught sight of a photograph of her family tucked into the frame of her mirror, and the tears had come again. Cain has gathered her close, and carried her off to bed, for the first real rest she’d had an opportunity for in days.
It had been Molly that had initiated the lovemaking, wanting to feel close to him and alive while so many other things in her life were falling apart. It had begun as a frantic and fevered attempt to reaffirm that they were both still living and together and whole, but then it had calmed into a slow and reverent sort of healing. Molly had fallen into an exhausted sleep with her head against Cain’s chest, lulled by the steady heartbeat beneath her ear.
When she woke the next morning, it was to find Cain already awake, sitting in a chair near the bed with a book in his lap, simply watching her sleep.
“Good morning,” she said sleepily. She stretched and swung her lags over the side of the bed.