It seemed like ages, but was only a few minutes, actually, when she finally ran dry for the second time. She didn’t let go, though, just kept clinging tight, shoulders heaving. “You’re right. I know you’re right. But I still miss him. He was quiet, and — an-” She swallowed the cry that tried to escape. “God. Hurts.”
“Shhh shhh shhh. I know it hurts love, I know.” He willed some of his strength to her as he saw her shoulders heaving. “I’m going to be honest, you’re not going to stop missing him, your memories of him are always going to be with you. You can’t let them consume you though love.”
“I know.” She pulled in a deep breath, borrowing his rock-steady strength for a moment, just a moment. Then Summer leaned back, looking up. “I know. It’s not the first time. I’ll survive, it’s just so new and raw.” She pressed up to kiss Victor quickly. “You help. Just … don’t leave me alone, right now?”
Victor gave her a soft smile and gave her a quick kiss in return. “Of course love, I’m not going anywhere.” He ran his hands over her arms, ghosting over her as much as he could. His touch was by no means sexual, he wanted her to feel him everywhere around her, to caress her, to make her feel comforted. “Do you fancy some wine Summer? I brought a bottle.”
“Yeah. Yeah, sure.” Summer pulled away, rubbing her hands over her face. “The glasses are in the cupboard next the fridge, top shelf.” She dropped into the couch heavily, still feeling the weight of it.