guess in a way I am. I fought like hell and I won, not those bastards who tried to kill me. “Don’t cry baby, you’ve cried enough now, I’m here to protect you forever and I’ll do whatever it takes to prevent you from shedding another tear unless it’s in happiness.”
Well shit, leave it to him to say exactly the right thing at exactly the right moment. “I won’t cry if you won’t.” I say striking a deal with him. “All right, agreed.” he said while pulling me away from his warm hard body and wiping my tears with the sheet and then his own. I sniffle unattractively and he smiles a small understanding smile but adds the wink that always makes my tummy flutter and my heart skip a beat.
“Sleep now baby, you need to rest and get well so you can set me free from the misery of keeping my hands off of you. I’ve missed you so much but you’re in no condition to be making love.” Making love? He’d always referred to it as fucking but never making love. By some miracle after all I’d been through I rather liked being fucked by this man but making love sounds so much more beautiful and permanent. Maybe we can make a deal to do a little of both.
“Ok, I’ll sleep as long as you promise to hurry up and make me strong and fat.” “Oh, baby, that’s the easiest promise I’ll ever keep. So am I forgiven now?” “You were forgiven the second I saw your face. I can never be mad at you, no matter what you do.” I admit. “Scoot.” he commands and I return to my place plastered to his side, one skinny leg up and between both of his solid muscular legs, arm stretched across his abs, his surrounding me we snuggle down together peacefully for the first time in months.
A seed of hope takes hold in my heart that maybe, just maybe, everything will be all right.
Chapter 4
“The One”
JSMN
I made it through that first night, barely. Four a.m. arrived accompanied by a nightmare like no other. I should have known they wouldn’t disappear immediately just because Evan was back in my life. I slip out of bed and gasp when my feet hit the chilly floor before heading to the bathroom to shower off the cold sweat I’m covered in and to warm up. What is it with this house anyway? It’s so damn cold in here! I remember with disappointment that there is no shower, just a claw foot tub here and I wonder if the house has another bathroom. I’d really like to just quickly shower instead of soak. Tip toeing back into the bedroom I have no idea why I thought I could get past my mentally connected partner unnoticed, and of course I haven’t.
“Where are you going?” he asks in a deep, rough, sleepy voice. “I had a bad dream” “And?” “I wanted a shower but there’s only a tub, I thought maybe there was another bathroom.” “Why do you need to shower? I thought we had you all cleaned up before bed last night?”
He rolls over climbing out of bed passing over my spot, in doing so, he feels how damp the sheets are. He’s answered his own question. “Do you want some help? I’ll show you to the other bathroom, where are your socks?” he asks looking down at my bare freezing feet. “Socks? I didn’t have any on when I went to sleep.” “I put them on for you, I should have given you your meds but you’ve been drugged so much in the past couple days I thought it would be good to clear your system. Ah, here they are.”
He’s been rummaging around in the sheets when he holds up a pair of fuzzy, warm looking, lavender socks. Lavender, of course. “I must have kicked them off when I was dreaming. And whose fault is it that I’ve been drugged so long?” I snip. Padding silently to me he bends down at my feet and taps one and then the other, sliding the warm socks on, ignoring my smart comment.
My God that helps so much. “Why’s this house so cold?” “It’s old, I’ve only had minimal updates and not much remodeling done here, the fireplaces are the only heat sources.” “I’m
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