Page 51 of Savage Vicious Heir: Part Two

But I didn’t.

I couldn’t.

The Chapel is silent as I make my way to the kitchen, the place is fucking wrecked though, with evidence of the suddenly abandoned party the night before everywhere.

I groan. I’m usually the one up first to embark on the tidying up, even before the paid help gets here. But today, all I want to do is go back upstairs, to attempt to make up for what I did this morning.

I grab two bottles of water and some painkillers because despite what Abigail’s body craved this morning, there’s no way she’s not suffering from the hangover right now.

She was wasted last night. Thoughts of what could have happened if Tally hadn’t called Oak make my blood run cold.

In seconds, I’m climbing the stairs once more, closing the space between us.

She might not forgive me, or ever be able to forget about what I did, but that doesn’t mean that I’m not going to steal every second of time I can get with her.

When I’m with her, she makes me feel different. Not worthy, because this morning alone has proved that I’m not that. But I want to be. I want to figure out a way to be good enough for her, to be what she needs.

But you can’t…

I sigh as I head towards my room.

No matter what happened between us from here on out, there can’t be an us.

Scott has already tried to ruin it once, what is going to come next?

It’ll be from my father, I know that as much as I know I’m going to take my next breath, and he won’t mess around.

I can’t put her through that, I know I can’t but also… I don’t know how to let her go.

My room is still in darkness and completely silent as I slip inside. For a second, I think she’s gone, run into the night to escape me. She should, but then Abi hasn’t ever done any of the things she should.

As my vision adjusts to the darkness, I find that she’s curled back up in my bed, probably praying that I didn’t return.

Walking over, I drop to my haunches before her and pass her a bottle of water and two pills.

She hesitates but eventually takes them.

“Good girl,” I whisper into the darkness.

My heart is in my throat, my stomach a tight knot of anxiety as I watch her, waiting to see what’s going to happen next.

But when nothing does, I push to my feet, stalk around to the other side of the bed, and slip in behind her.The warmth of her body instantly heats mine as I press my front against her back, tucking my crotch tightly against her ass.

I shouldn’t do it but… fuck. I can’t not.

“Elliot,” she whispers brokenly as I slide my hand across her stomach, my arm locking around her.

“Sleep, Red. Everything will feel better in the light.”

It’s a lie. We both know it. But right now, it’s all I’ve got.

Just like the rest of the night, I lie there listening to her as she drifts back off to sleep.

It never comes for me though. Instead, my head spins with a million and one thoughts, most of them completely useless. Almost all of them are about her and the life I know we can’t have together.

Every time she moves, I hold her tighter. This could very well be the last time I get this.

I’m fucking well going to make the most of it.

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