“I'm sorry.” I whisper as I leave her little kisses from her earlobe to her shoulder.
“Sorry for what?” she asks.
“I didn't want to push you away before, it was too many emotions together and I didn't know how to deal with it.”
She smiles warmly, placing her hand on my cheek.
“You don’t have to explain, I understand, you just have to know that when you are ready to talk, I will be here.”
I nod, dropping my forehead against hers, I close my eyes and for the first time in a long time, my mind feels quiet.
I drag my lips to hers, “Shit, Sarah, I don't deserve you.”
She slips away from my lips, angry as shit.
“Let me take that back, you have to apologize to me now because I'm sick of everyone, including you, thinking about whether or not I have to be with you, I don't know why everyone wants to break—”
“Who’s everyone?” I suspect some people, mainly Rage and now Amira.
She looks down. “No one important, you know how people are, they all have opinions.”
“And what do people say about us?” Shit, my engines are starting to overheat.
Her face looks exhausted, like she doesn't want to deal with my shit or anyone else's.
“Bruno, for God's sake, stop it! Can't you stop worrying about everything? Look at us, we're home, we're alive. Your brother's here! Somehow he remembers who he is and his story, can't you just for the love of God, enjoy this moment?”
Well, shit...nobody talked to me like that, ever.
Coming from her, it’s really hot. I'm not going to admit defeat for now, but I nod and slide my lips over to her. As always, she welcomes them gently, while I'm a fucking brute, but hell, I want to be inside her.
Now.
I grab her by the waist and place her over the counter; I know she feels my hard dick on her center, I'm claiming her, it's time for her to be mine.
“We need to talk about Ben,” she says.
What the hell's that got to do with anything?
“Does it have to be now? I need to bury myself inside you.” I say as I thrust my tongue into her mouth.
“Believe me, I need you too, but Dante and Amira are sitting in the living room not knowing what to do, Ben is asking about his parents, we need to tell him something about them.”
Damn it.
“I know you don't want to,” she continues. “but the sooner we get him back, the less painful it'll be to say goodbye.”
“How come you're not attached to the kid? This is killing me inside.”
“I am attached, but I can’t ignore the fact that his parents are suffering. They think they lost their son, Bruno.”
My eyes glance over my shoulder, looking at the laptop over the table, and I remember the divorce papers I saw a few minutes ago. It's understandable, no marriage can survive something like that. The only thing I hope is that Ben will bring them back together.
“First thing tomorrow morning, I'll rent a car and we'll return him to his family.” I firmly say. “But in return, I want an entire week of you and me in our bed, okay?”
She laughs, “Okay, but I don’t know If you can keep up with me.”
“Woman, do you know who are you talking to? You're going to end up dehydrated after the things I’m going to do with you.”
“That sounds promising.”
“Maybe I’ll allow you to go in search of food, oh, and I forbid any clothes, it's not worth you wearing them, I'm going to tear them off anyway, are we clear?”
Sarah blushes, and my fucking brain explodes.
“Yes we are, but in the meantime you must go to bathe, because you stink.”
“Yes, ma'am.”
