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smile to my lips, I spoke. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
    He shook his head. “Shit, love,” he rose onto his arms relieving me of his massive weight. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep. I must have been crushing you.”
    “Not at all.” I lied.
    Calix raised a brow and I knew, he knew, I was lying. Calix always knew when I was lying.
    Instantly wanting to clarify before he accused me of something as ridiculous as being untrue, I added. “Okay, maybe you were crushing me a little bit, but I honestly didn’t mind. I actually liked it.”
    “You liked it?” His voice was a gravelly sound that commanded the vast space within the room.
    I nodded. “Yeah.”
    “How could you like me crushing you, love?”
    “Well,” I struggled to voice admission to my thoughts. “I suppose - it makes me feel,”
    “Go on.” He encouraged at my timely pause.
    I pulled in a deep breath for courage as I released the one word I would have rather keep locked inside. “Safe.”
    His eyes darkened. “My crushing you made you feel safe?”
    “Yes.”
    “I don’t understand.”
    “Well,” I gave a little shrug, wiggling beneath him. “You’re the only person I really feel safe with anymore - so knowing you’re on top of me, feeling your weight and your warmth - I suppose it makes me feel safe, is all.”
    “Hmmm.”
    “What are you thinking?” I asked in reply to his ominous hmmm .
    “I’m thinking that I don’t like you being afraid.”
    The sudden need to console him, was so terribly strong, I couldn’t deny it. “Calix, I’m not afraid with you.”
    “You are, Nova.” He argued bluntly. “That is why you woke up screaming. You’re fucking terrified.”
    “No.”
    “It’s my fault.” He closed his eyes for a brief moment, and I knew it was to hide the pain he was feeling inside from the windows of his soul. But it didn’t matter - with or without his eyes, I could see into his soul better than I could see into my own.
    “Calix, please, it’s not your fault.”
    “This is all my fault.” He growled. “Everything. You are here, right now, because of my decision.”
    “No, I’m here because of my father’s decision.” I stated.
    His eyes flared. “I’m sorry.”
    “I’m not.” I announced adamantly. “Fate brought us together, Calix, whether you believe it or not. I know that there has been a lot of wrong along the path that brought us to this place, but there’s also been a lot of right.” I caught his face in my hands. “I love you - with every beat of my heart, Calix, I fall deeper in love with you. We were meant to be - we are the consequence of past actions. We are the reason, Calix, our love is the reason - for everything .”
    A single tear squeezed determinedly from the corner of his eye, and I watched as its crystalized globe ran a path of shimmering emotion down the contours of his face. And then, with trembling lips, I kissed the moist line beneath his eye just in time to feel the drip of his tear fall from his chin to my chest.
    “Are you tired, love?” He asked gruffly.
    “I am, but I can’t sleep.” I replied honestly.
    He shifted himself, pulling out of me as he moved to stand from the bed. “Wait here.”
    I nodded. “Kay.”
    I watched as Calix moved from the bedroom to the attached bathroom. He closed the door behind him and I listened for a moment as he rummaged within the bathroom cabinets. Then, I remembered the feeling of his tear on my chest and I glanced down, catching sight of the glistening drop of salty water pebbled on my breast, right above my heart. And that’s when it hit me - Calix’s regret, fear, and desire all rested against the beating heart within my chest.
    This realization was so much more than figurative. It was primitive and real. I knew without a doubt, that it was my beating heart that encouraged Calix to desire, just as it was my beating heart that made him conscious enough of his actions to comprehend the complexities of regret. It was also