she mutters, burying her face in my chest.
I rub her nape and kiss her hair.
“Are you alright?” I ask, for I’m worried about
how she must be feeling.
“No,” she whispers. “It was really bad. He
shouldn’t have said those things to you. He doesn’t
even know you, I’m sorry. I feel so guilty, you
should not have said—”
“Erin.” I stop her before she can go on. “I don’t
care what people say or think about me, including
your father. The only thing that matters to me is
what you think.”
She looks at me through red tear-stained eyes,
for she’s been crying so much.
“I think you’re a wonderful man, Patrick. And
that I’m the luckiest woman on the earth because
I’m here in your arms. It’s the only place I want to
be.”
A man.
Wonderful.
Fuck.
“Erin,” I say, but in reality, I don’t want to say
anything at all.
The only thing I want is to have her for myself
all night.
I take her face and bring it to mine. I gently bite
her lower lip and she trembles against my lips.
Shit.
“I want you like I’ve never wanted anything or
anyone before. I want you with every inch of me. I
