Chapter 37 FREE AT LAS

"Now, please talk to me. Please." Jerol pleads as we pull away from the long, unintended embrace. I take my time to scorch away the tears. Not like there are any, because he has taken the liberty to do that for me. I just feel awful and sheepish. Like, this isn't what I wanted this morning to be like. You get it? I wanted it to be a happy one, just like I had promised him last night. What happened won't affect our relationship in any way. There will never be any regrets, and there aren't any, with all sincerity. Why I am feeling the way I am is something beyond my control. Beyond explanation. "You can ask me or say anything, you know." He adds, sitting up and sloping his head on the bed just like me, his hand finding its way around my neck, still soothing me. Maybe if I know exactly what he still feels for that ghost woman, I will be at peace. Maybe I will stop fussing and feeling this thing that I can't even decipher. Ooh, well, I think I know what it is, but I can't admit it. "