Two Eyes Cenote [m]arrow & spit

i think you could be.
no, it was a no, a gentle one, but a no. the dream shatters right before her eyes and yet inji refused to let it. she exhales as she hoists herself up to her elbows, tossing an arm around his neck so that she may see his face dripping with moonlight. the face that had carved itself into her heart; the face locked behind a wall she meant to tear down.
her voice pitches, a new neediness, a vulnerability. i never thought i could be a wife, either, but-- you are good to me, khusobek. it doesn't have to be that way. it doesn't have to hurt. and it doesn't have to be now. just-- think about it.
a dream. it was a nice dream, she thought.