It’s funny she thinks I won’t give her anything she asks me to. My mate just needs to call me her Angel, and I’ll give her the world.
It crushed me when she called me ‘Anxo’ and ‘Horsemen Conquer’ that day. My will nearly shattered, and I wanted to scream ‘Mission abort’ and pick her up and run to my room before locking us in.
“Accepted.”
My eager acceptance makes my beautiful mate laugh out loud. I have no shame in accepting that I need this woman to survive. She’s the source of my happiness, my lifeline, and I would prefer dying instead of living without her.
“You have to hear them first, Angel.”
“I would do anything to keep you safe and content by my side, sweetheart. Ask anything you want.”
The way she smiles blurs my vision. Sniffling, I bury my face in her neck and wipe my eyes on her shoulder. I never thought she would look at me with those soft eyes and a smile again.
She smiles at me brightly, taking my face in her cold hands before squishing my cheeks and listing her demands. As she goes on with her list, it makes me smile like a goof because they seem thoroughly rehearsed.
It warms my heart to know she had hope of us finding our way back one day.
“I need back rubs. Every. Night.”
“That and so much more.” I’m not letting my woman go to sleep without being 200% sure of how much I love her.
“Extra cuddles.” “Absolutely.”
“No more pouting when I steal your clothes.”
Like I have any issues with how adorable she looks in my clothes. I just like to tease her about it. I would never admit it, but I bought twenty more sweatshirts for myself just so she could steal them.
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” I kiss her nose and wait for more.
I can tell she is hesitant about this, but I see no reason for her to be. “You can never leave… no matter what happens or who we face. You have to promise to never leave me again.”
“The last two weeks were the worst of my life. I can’t imagine going through life without you ever again, baby. Just ask Seiji; hewould love to tell you the details of how miserable I was without you.”
I tell her about how they barged into my office and all but forced me to accept their help so I could focus on getting my woman back.
She laughs, enjoying the stories of how miserable I was, and then shows me every bruise on her gorgeous body that she had to endure because of me. I all but melt when she blames it all on me acting like an idiot.
Nevaeh is talking animatedly with her hands flying in every direction, telling me how she lucked out by having a stocked kitchen and a secure house, and I nod along until she stops abruptly. “You! You did it, didn’t you?”
Her sudden outburst takes me back. I immediately start thinking of everything I’ve done wrong in my life.
“This house! The precooked meals! You knew I suck at cooking and the… and the house is in the middle of fucking nowhere—no threats—and the closet magically had soft new hoodies! You…you sneaky bastard!”
She jabs an accusing finger against my chest, right where my heart is. I’m unsure if she’s angry or pleased because her smile is confusing, but when she bursts into tears, I officially panic.
Wiping her cheeks, I apologize over and over again. I hold her tightly in my arms while she sobs on my shoulder, breaking my heart with every hiccup.
I know I can’t erase her pain with a single apology, but I can remind her how much I love her. Rubbing her back, I keep kissing her forehead until she slowly calms down.
“I love you,” my sweetheart croaks hoarsely. I squeeze her in my arms, which makes her sigh in content. I love her little sighs when I try to mold our bodies together by squeezing the ever-loving crap out of her.
“I love you, sweetheart. You better kiss your lonely self goodbye. I’m not leaving your side, not even for a second from now on.” Wiping the last of her tears, I cup the side of her face that isn’t pressed against my shoulder.
“You are not coming inside the bathroom when I pee, Angel. That’s weird.”
I just hum and let her believe that. As much as I love her in my arms, I know she is tired and, judging by her fatigue, has barely slept the last two weeks like me.
We have a few hours before the plan is set in motion, so I carry my sweetheart to her room, where August is waiting for us to pull our crap together so he can go home.
