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over the curvature of my neck, while his brow fell against my own. “This is me, Kady,” he began, grasping my hand and pressing it against the heart of the physical evidence of his greatest sorrow, and eclipsed it with his own. “This is the result of what losing control can do, and the reason why I need to be the one to help if you need it.” Our fingers were locked when he thumped against it urgently, as if fortifying his point, before making a forced circular motion with my hand, almost as if my touch had the power to erase it. The texture was alien against my palm. “Could you love someone this imperfect, because that’s all I’m asking for from you, darlin’?”
    I could’ve asked him the same question. The degree of resolve I felt coursing to the surface had my skin heated, my jaw set and burned in my eyes. With our hands locked, I guided him to my inner thigh and held it forcefully against the evidence of my own pain and self-destruction. “Could you?” I redirected his question.
    A growing smile of relief alleviated the minutes of intensity and sorrow. He nodded, utilizing a firm pressure of his fingertips as my flaws were clutched in silent promise. “These are our stories, Kady, the stories of our past.”
    He was right. They were the stories of our past, stories of pain, loss of control in aspects of pushing barriers or unwillingly having the power of your own decisions taken from you, abuse…release.
    For a fleeting moment, we stood motionless and silent beneath the torrent, adrift in the other’s eyes before we lurched at each other once again. Ragged, labored gasps and pants sounded between urgent kisses, while our wet bodies clutched, pressed and slipped over one another.
    In that moment, I realized and welcomed the fact that it was time to move on and create a new future; it was time to begin a new story––our story.
     

Chapter Three
    Wide-eyed, my heart picked up a hasty rhythm, as, even through the sound of gushing water and the God awful squealing of aged pipes, the ceaseless banging on the apartment door was caught, pulling us from our moment of revelation and desire.
    “Goddamn luck of the fuckin’ Irish.”
    I tossed my head back to rest against the tile lined wall. “People aren’t plotting against you just because you’re Irish, Walker.”
    “You sure about that?”
    One simple thought flashed through my head, dragging me kicking and screaming from our highly erotic trice, back to reality. The natural response of my lungs was forfeited, while my eyes flared at the potential hazard waiting beyond the door. “Liam…?”
    Around the fogged up room, screeching metal echoed as Walker twisted the valve, bringing an end to the torrent and drew the curtain back further to climb out. “He wouldn’t be able to get into the building darlin’. You’ll be fine.”
    “Walker, how do you think I got in? All it takes is another tenant of the building to open that door, and that’s it.” My words came at a quiet, although frantic pace. A tireless bout of quaking hijacked my body and my stomach freefell once again, as the mere contemplation of Liam coming anywhere near me, caused the dark, menacing knots of my fear to limit any logical thought.
    Gentle hands, which were both warm yet rough, came to settle on each side of my face; still it did nothing to eradicate the sense of penetrating dread. “Kady, I’m not going to let anything happen to you, do you understand, darlin’? He can’t hurt you anymore.” As I watched him wrap a towel around his hips, it occurred to me that, Walker didn’t know the full extent of how severely Liam had already hurt me––someone who he was supposed to love. God only knows what else that man was capable of.
    If possible, the knocking sounded again although more forceful and insistent. My legs were shaking so greatly that they almost buckled under my weight. Regardless of the simplicity of merely standing, the difficulty I experienced with such an