Page 40 of Vows From Hell

MICAH

The ends of Storm’s hair were filled with water, droplets falling down her shirt. Yet again, she was wearing one of my white shirts, with a pair of leggings underneath. The shirt reached below her thighs and that sight alone was enough for me to want to devour her.

A towel was thrown over her shoulders, the scent of my body wash filling the room. Her hips swayed with each step she took, eyes glued to mine.

If that wasn’t an invitation, I couldn’t tell what was.

I gripped the fork in my hands and sustained myself from doing anything rash.

What she desperately needed now was rest and a peace of mind. Her needs far surpassed my desires.

The moment the car arrived for the two of us, Storm fell asleep with her head on my lap. I didn’t want to wake her up; knowing how much she needed rest. She slept soundly for over ten hours, and she immediately took a shower after waking up.

Storm was home at last.

The house I’d been building over the past three years was finalized two months ago and it was just waiting for its owner to come and claim it. Everything was taken care of, and for sentimental value, I had it built deep into the woods.

Oddly enough, she didn’t ask any questions.

In her own way, she was coping and learning how to deal with the situation. There were a few things I could’ve done to help her, but if I did, she was going to rely on me at all times.

Not that I didn’t want that, because I wanted her to be solely dependent on me. However, this was a different situation. It would’ve done more harm than good.She had to learn on her own that in certain situations, death was the only solution. She needed to put the two of us first.

“Good morning, Bambi,’’ I greeted her with a warm smile, putting the bent fork on the table and walking over to her.

A part of me thought she was going to push me away or blame me for the situation she was in, but she didn’t. She smiled brightly, her eyes twinkling under the light sunshine that sneaked through the window.

“Good morning.’’

Her hoarse voice made my heart twitch in bliss. I hugged her tightly, pushing her head into my chest. Hands wrapped around me, she enjoyed the hug for a long time. Yet, it wasn’t long enough.

Eternity wasn’t enough when it came to hugging Storm and feeling the warmth of her body. I was ready to die in her embrace.

“Come on, you should eat.’’

On cue, her stomach grumbled. I didn’t miss the pink shade that coated her cheeks as I released her.

She grinned warmly and took a seat, watching all the food in front of her.

Truth be told, I was unsure of what kind of mood she was going to be in. After all, she brutally murdered a man. That was still heavily weighing on her mind.

Yet she wasn’t showing signs of being in shambles.

My brave Bambi.

The strongest woman I’d ever known.

“Did you make all of this?”

“Of course.’’

Storm locked her eyes with mine. “Thank you.’’

“Come on, eat it. We have quite a few things to deal with later.’’

“Such as?”

I barely understood her words. Her mouth was stuffed with food and she all but devoured the entire plate in one go. It was adorable seeing her eat healthily.

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