was a choice. I closed my eyes again and drew a deep breath, reliving the gentle touch of David’s fingers—the touch that had sent me into my first perfect and dreamless slumber since I couldn't remember when. My mind, heart and soul all wanted to read into it a thousand different ways and determine that, deep inside, he did still love me. But that cold old-school matron of a thing called common sense stepped in and sharpened the fuzzy, romantic focus of my wishful thinking. It was a lapse in the order of conduct, that’s all. David cared about me, and that’s the only thing his touch meant. I cared about Em, Blade, Falcon, many people, and I’d be there to comfort them to sleep if they were upset, in just the same way David had comforted me. It did not, nor would it ever, mean he wanted me back. It was nice, though, to feel his compassion once again, even if, when he woke me slightly as he rose in the early hours of dawn, he had whispered in my ear that I wouldn’t remember any of it when I opened my eyes.
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