dancing after death

phoebe Sleep and I shall soothe you, calm you, and annoint you ”That sounds like a lot of extra work.” she mumbled jokingly against his chest. But it was true enough. She should have asked. It was a hard thing to remember when you were so certain you already had the right answer. For the moment she simply enjoyed laying there, wrapped up in his arms, his familiar, smoky-masculine scent encapsulating her senses, intermingled with the various oils she had applied. If only…that was the synopsis of their love story. If only. ”I’m doing an awful job of comforting you aren’t I?” she said with a sigh, feeling her emotions settle back into place. Slowly but surely she was getting better at pulling herself back together when she felt like falling apart – and Jata made it so easy. He was strong and steady, a stabilizing force in the wake of her emotional tremors. But she couldn’t rely on that, or him, because he wasn’t hers. Not anymore.