“No, I’m not.”
In fact, I reach out and take his hand. And I put it where I know he wants to touch me but hasn’t because he’s been keeping himself away. I put his hand on my slightly swollen stomach as I go on. “I don’t want you to apologize anymore. I’m done, Reed and I mean it. But if you need to do it anyway, if you need to apologize or make it better, then I want you to. I want you to apologize and take my hurt away.”
And then I let his hand go but his fingers latch on.
His long strong fingers latch onto my baby bump and I know, for sure this time, that he shudders. His chest vibrates, his fingers too, on my belly.
And his gaze drops down to where he’s touching me.
I look down as well and my own breaths shake when I see how his big hand covers it all. My tiny bump. How he’s cradling it and how his fingers sport a slight tremble.
“I wanted to…” he rasps with a slight crease between his eyebrows.
I reach up to smooth it. “I know. You wanted to touch it but you never did.”
He swallows. “For a long time.”
“You can touch it. Whenever you want. I want you to.”
He looks up, the color of his eyes one that I’ve never seen on him before.
All melting and liquid. Molten mercury.
“It’s warm,” he says.
My eyes become wide in excitement as I bring my hands to grab the sleeves of his shirt. “Isn’t it? I feel it too.”
“Yeah.”
“I thought I was crazy,” I tell him. “I haven’t read this in any of the books yet but I —”
“Books can go fuck themselves.”
I bite my lip to stop my smile. I can’t stop my blush though and his wolf eyes sparkle at that. There’s my predator. My gorgeous villain.
“You shouldn’t curse, Reed,” I whisper, looking up at him with smiling eyes.
His fingers on my belly tighten. “Yeah? Maybe I should apologize for that then.”
“You should.” I fist his sleeves even tighter. “I’m a good girl and all you ever do is talk filthy to me.”
“What a fucking asshole am I, yeah?”
“And you make me hurt.”
His nostrils flare again on a long breath. “Tell me where I hurt you.”
I have to open my mouth as well because breathing is getting harder. “In my pussy.”
“My fucking dick is an asshole too.”
My channel pulses, waking up, remembering everything from that night. “And also here.”
This I can’t say.
But I will show him.
I will show him all the places that hurt so he can do whatever he wants to them. So he can make it better and lose all his regret.
