Promises and Pomegranates by Sav R. Miller

side.
My clit throbs where it touches him, already jonesing for another hit, but
it’s clear Kal’s using the premise of sex to distract me, and so I give up
asking, trying to find contentment in what I do know about him.
Right now, I know he’s willing to do anything it takes to protect me, and
despite our situation and everything that complicates it, that feels like a major
feat.
It takes the sting out of the knowledge that he has more blood on his
hands than just my own.
I lay against him for a while, staring at the wall across from me, listening
while he occasionally turns a page, the even rhythm of his breathing lulling
me into slumber.
“You were spring, and I the edge of a cliff, and a shining waterfall rushed
over me,” he recites softly, the line barely registering in my brain before sleep
welcomes me once again.