Page 125 of Waiting For Fate

“I was headed to you, baby.” Her eyes water and her lip begins to quiver.

“You were?” I nod my head as tears begin to fall down her cheeks. “I need you, Sawyer.” A sob rips through her, shaking her entire body and she falls into my chest.

“I’m right here baby, I’ve got you.” I kiss the top of her head, letting my own tears fall into her hair.

“I’m so s-sorry,” she chokes out.

My heart is aching, but in a good way?

She came back to me.

“Welcome home, Dove.” She looks up at me with those mesmerizing green eyes so full of pain. Pain that I couldn’t even begin to understand but will do everything I can to ease.

“Can I take care of you, baby, the way I should have been doing all along?” I cup her face in my hands and the faintest smile appears on her lips as she nods.

“Yes, please.”

I scoop her up and carry her inside, taking her all the way to my bathroom before I set her down on the counter. Her face is still expressionless, much like it was on the plane ride home a month ago, but she’s here. For that, I’m grateful.

Sliding the shower door open I turn the water on and kick my shoes off before returning to her. I start by bending to untie her shoes, placing them gently to the side and tucking her socks into them.

“Arms up.” I stand back up and wrap my hands around the hem of the black hoodie. Her eyes meet mine, shimmering with the slightest bit of life as she reaches her arms up over her head. I pull it off and am met with the view of her perfect breasts, completely free of any restraint, and a pair of boyshort style underwear. My jaw clenches as I try to control the blood rushing to the one place I need it not to right now.

I offer her my hand to help her down from the counter and she accepts. When her feet are on the ground I bend to my knees once more, pulling her underwear down her legs and kissing her stomach before standing back up. She watches me closely as I pull my shirt over my head, tossing it to the side before unhooking my belt and sliding my jeans off.

When I take her hand and walk her into the shower, she lets her eyes fall shut as the warm water beats down on her back, soaking her untamed curls. She looks like she’s lost weight and from the looks of her hair when she showed up, I’m not sure when she last showered.

I should have been there. Or at the very least made sure someone else was.

The same pain from before hits me in the chest, but I push it away and try to focus on the fact that she’s here now.

I grab her shampoo and lather it in her hair, the sigh she releases makes some of the tension in my shoulders disappear as I rinse it out and do it again—knowing she needs a little more maintenance right now than usual.

Then I do the same with the conditioner before grabbing the body wash from her shelf. I squeeze a generous amount in my hands and start with her shoulders, watching as the wash lathers into thick suds as I rub it along her back, wishing I could kiss every inch of her and tell her how sorry I am and how much I love her.

I wash her entire back all the way to her ankles and when she turns around, I’m unsure if she would rather do this herself or if she’s okay with me doing it. Then she reaches for my hand and places it on her chest, and I have to take a deep breath to ground myself. My cock is hard as iron and aching for her touch, but I’m praying she somehow doesn’t notice. My heart races at painful speeds as I wash her breasts, stomach, between her legs and down to her feet. I turn her around to allow her to sit on the built-in bench, dropping to my knees to take her feet in my hands, massaging each one thoroughly.

“Sawyer.”

“Yes, Dove?”

“Why do you still have your boxers on?”

Ah, fuck.

“Because I wanted to take care of you, I didn’t want you thinking I had any other intentions.”

She frowns. “You want to take care of me?”

“Of course I do.” My brows pinch together as I place her feet on the shower floor, rubbing my hands up and down her calves.

“Then lose the boxers.” My expression morphs into surprise at her request. I was worried she wouldn’t even want me touching her right now, so I definitely didn’t expect this. “Please, Sawyer. I’ve done nothing but hurt for weeks. I have hated myself for walking away from you and making you think I didn’t want you just because my heart was broken, but I couldn’t pull myself out of the fog long enough to tell you as much until today. I just… I need you Sawyer. I need all of you because I love you, and I need to know that you still love me too.” The pain in her voice breaks me.

“Nothing in this world could keep me from loving you, baby.”

I spread her legs, allowing the needed space for me to move closer, cupping her face and pressing my lips to hers. Her mouth opens and I dip my tongue inside, tasting the saltiness of her tears and I don’t waste another second making her question how deep my love for her is. I break our kiss to stand and slide my boxers off, kicking them to the side before pulling her up. I pick her up, wrapping her legs around my waist and pressing her back gently against the tiles on the wall as I kiss her in a way that surely proves my love for her.

Then she reaches down and wraps her hand around my length, my heart skipping a beat as she lines me up to her entrance. She sucks in a breath, and I quickly realize she’s holding it in. It’s been a while since we’ve been together, so I have no doubt she’ll have to take some time to adjust.

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