She moved over on the bed, giving me room to get in next to her. I got in. “I’m afraid I’m… God, this is hard to admit.”
Her hand glided down my jaw. “Tell me.”
“I tried—I tried to go out the other day, just for a walk or something. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t make it past the damned threshold of the door.”
Her face was pure disappointment, and I knew mine mirrored it. Admitting it to her, I felt like a shadow of a man.
“But you tried, right? That has to count. I mean, you go out with me all the time.” Her voice faltered at the end of the sentence.
“I did try. But I couldn’t go through with it.”
She scooted closer to me and put one hand on my face while she buried her own in the hollow of my neck. “Can you just hold me and forget that there’s something we can’t do? I’d like to hang on to the notion that you can do anything—just for the night.”