And maybe, just maybe… that love will be enough to cure her.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
My name is Scarlet Stone, and I’ve always believed compassion is not earned, it’s given.
Scarlet
“Where’s the sofa?”I ask, tracing the mingling lines of ink on his chest next to where my cheek rests. I want to know what each one means—in time.
“You don’t like my leather recliner?”
I laugh. “It’s great for watching a TV you don’t own, and I loved it on rainy days when I read my books.”
“I sold most of the furniture, except for a few things that were Nolan’s. He had them put in storage already.”
We declared some sort of love to each other, but we were nothing for so long I don’t know what this love really means. It’s impossible to articulate this feeling but it’s like he loves me, but he still doesn’twantto love me. It’s a sad love.
“Nolan said you’re moving to Nashville.”
He doesn’t say anything. I look up at him.
“Did you hear me?”
He nods, peering down at me.
“Well?”
“Well what?”
I sigh.
He smirks. “You have a habit of making statements and expecting a response. If you really want a response, you need to ask an actual question.”
Pushing against his chest, I maneuver my body so I straddle his lap, facing him. I look down between our naked bodies. “You’re…awake.” My eyes shift to his.
Theo chuckles. “Again, not a question. But yes, it’s at your service. Feel free to insert it into any hole in your body, lick it, suck it—”
“Stop!” I grab my button-less dress that’s barely holding on to the side of the chair and drape it over his eager knob.
He quirks a brow, looking at the dress.
“Idohave a question and sex isn’t the answer so—”
“Are you sure?” He narrows his eyes at me.
No. I’m not sure. Ninety percent of the time, sex is a brilliant answer. I’m stuck in the ten percent right now.
“Are you moving?”
He nods.
I frown.
“When?”
“Three days.”
“Where?”
