“He deserved it.”
“I liked it.”
“That’s okay.”
“I loathed it.”
“That’s okay, too.”
“Did he deserve it?”
“Yes, he deserved to pay.”
“He asked for forgiveness.”
“Did you give it?”
“Yes.
“Oh, Kite...” I kissed him harder, our lips turning from dancing to fighting.
“He apologised.”
“He should.”
“He regretted his actions.”
“Good.”
“In the end, he was the father I always knew he could be.”
“It’s over now.”
Jethro dropped me to my feet, crushing me against the tiles. My cast was drenched, but I had no concerns apart from Jethro. My dress clung to me, highlighting straining nipples, and the fact I had no underwear on beneath the shift.
Jethro tore his lips away from mine, staring at me. In my hold, he slowlycame alive, shedding the holocaust and returning to me. He fell forward, trapping me between the tile and his nakedness.
The moment our tongues met again, our hearts shouted louder and louder. The more our souls conversed, the more violent and awake he became.
“I miss him.”
“You can miss the man but not the monster.”
“I shouldn’t have hurt him.”
“He hurt you.”
“I should’ve been stronger to save you.”
“You did save me.”
He groaned as my hands shot into his hair, jerking hard. I didn’t want him spiralling into self-hatred. Cut wasn’t worth that. I’d set aside my hatred; I’d granted forgiveness. But I wouldn’t let Cut’s shadow ruin Jethro’s hard-earned future.
I touched him.“You saved my life. More than once.”
“I was almost too late.”
“But you weren’t. You made it.”
