For a rare moment for Ravi everything slipped into a blurry haze apart from him and lover. She was normally guarded, stoic, unwilling to reveal her true emotions. For a second he could see past the broken walls of hurt and see a glimpse of her.

He comfortably lays against her stomach. His back pushed up against the headboard and his chin resting on the top of her head. Ravi’s strong arms gently wrap around her lower abdomen as his lover holds him in one hand and in her other hand a romance book.

“What are you reading about, or am I only getting the comfort of holding you?” Ravi mumbles softly as he glances up at her. “Talk to me Sargent.”