My body tensed at his words; my breathing became ragged.
“Leave now.” Gracie’s voice whipped out as she pulled herself from my body and spun towards Chris.
She stared daggers at him. Martha stepped back and held the door open for Chris to step out.
“Well that was quite the experience.” Martha lifted an eyebrow and smiled. “About time someone hit the Doc where it hurts.” Her tone was happy and satisfied with my actions, there was obviously no love lost between the two of them.
“I’m so sorry, Gracie.” Shame at my actions washed over me.
Her finger pushed under my chin and tilted my head up so she could look into my eyes. “For?”
“This.” I waved my hands around us. “The mess, what you saw.” My thumb trailed lightly over her eye and cheek.
Gracie flinched at my touch.
“Maybe he’s right.”
“Who?” Her voice was sharp.
“The Doc. Maybe he’s right. I couldn’t save her and I couldn’t save you. Look at you. Look at what he’s done. I couldn’t be there to help.”
Gracie pulled me close to her face and I lowered mine into the crook of her neck, the scents of vanilla and peaches washed over me, sending my mind into the realm of ecstasy. My body vibrated with emotions.
“I just want to love you.” I couldn’t accept I may lose this woman because of who I was.
The soft warmth of her hands cupped my face, her eyes swam with emotion. Before I could say anything else, she lowered her lips to mine and kissed me passionately, almost violently. Taking all I had to give. Giving me everything she has. Showing me, she is giving us both a chance.
