My head is in pieces after hearing how he stole all her moneyandhurt her. I watched her work hard for that money. I even helped her. Now it’s all gone. He stripped her off and left her penniless.
Fuck. What kind of sick fuck is he?
The more I think about it, the angrier I get. All I want to do is get that money back for her and hurt him ten time more than he hurt her. I keep envisioning myself hitting him until he’s out cold and covered in blood.
Violent thoughts like that circle my brain, adding fuel to the embers of the fire that sparks in delight.
I don’t realize how hot I am until cold fingers touch me and send a shiver to course through me.
A series of heart beats echo through my ears making me realize how loudly the organ in my chest can respond to her touch.
I sit completely still, letting her do whatever she wants with me.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t tell you,” she says, voice thick with regret.
Sighing heavily, I grumble, “You have nothing to be sorry about.”
“I don’t want you to hate me.”
I face her, brows dipping in confusion. “Hate you? I couldneverhate you.”
“Are you sure? You look mad.”
“I’m mad athimnot you.”
She watches me, then nods.
Picking up her hand, I kiss her knuckles. “One thing that I hate are the injuries on you. I don’t like seeing you hurt.”
She shrugs. “It doesn’t hurt that bad.”
I don’t believe you.
The dark circles under her eyes catch my attention, and even though I know the answer, I ask anyway.“Did you sleep last night?”
“A little,” she says shyly.
“Explain little.”
“Thirty minutes,” she mutters.
Without thinking, I straighten my legs and pull her head into my lap—making sure her face is a good distance away from a certain body part.
She peers up at me, her body rigid. “Wh-what are you doing?”
I cover her eyes with my palm. “Letting you take a nap.”
“It’s okay. I’m not sleepy.”
“Probably, but you look tired.”
“I’ll sleep tonight.”
“Just close your eyes and relax,” I command.
“But—”
“Rose,” her name escapes my lips like a melody, sweet and filled with love. I feel like I’m incapable of saying her name with any other emotion, because even her name is too precious for me.
