Page 139 of Resurfaced Passion
“When you’d come into the diner every day. What was that about?”
Of all questions he’d expected that was low on the list. And one he could answer easily. “Watching you, baby. Being around you.”
“You’re essentially saying you stalked me.”
His mouth quirked. She didn’t sound mad. “It can’t be stalking if it’s mine.”
She hummed and he would swear the noise had a direct line to his dick because Reaper had to lean back and adjust his pants before the zipper cut off circulation to his growing length.
“I feel bad you did all that…watching.”
Fucking hell, he missed her.
Missed her sounds and her joy and it had only been a few hours.
What would his life be like if she decided she no longer wanted him?
He went all in with everything to lose—fighting to keep the life he’d mentally exhausted himself with for years.
“From the beginning we were in love. Not a day went by with us not loving each other. I loved enough for the both of us, so don’t you ever worry about that. I was right where I wanted to be. You might hate me now, Paige, and assume I kept things from you, but I’ve always loved you. Always, always loved you. Everything I’ve done is for you.”
The only noticeable change from the other end of the line was the slight hiccup from his girl and his tongue burned, his throat dry and his head throbbed. He went on fighting.
“One of the first few dates we had, Paige, you said to me anything is possible if you make it a priority. You’ve always been my priority. Every single day, every minute. You’re my priority. Even when you couldn't remember me. I remembered you and knew how vital you were to me.”
“Reaper…” she was crying and his heart both soared and sank at the same time.
“Baby, let me come and take you home.”
“I can’t. Not yet. I need time.”
Time. Fucking time. He’d had so much time already, but he was lucky she wasn’t kicking his ass to the curb, so he’d have to deal and not pussy out and beg her.
“Tell me you love me still.”
Silence.
“Paige. I’ll give you all the time you need but tell me you love me.”
“If I didn’t love you I wouldn’t be hurting this badly.”
Direct. Fucking. Hit.
He heeled a hand over his heart and sighed.
There was no sleeping for Reaper that night.
Nor the two after that he spent alone without Paige.
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
“Ice cream and stars.” – Reaper
“I can’t, dad.” Paige said. More forceful when she added “I won’t.”
“Fine, girlie, but you know the consequences. You got twenty-four hours, don’t let me down.” He hung up.
What was the saying about regrets?
