Page 75 of Wasted Memories
“I think that’s enough for tonight,” I interrupted, angling my head back slightly to meet Easton’s eyes from where I sat in the chair by her bed.
He nodded, slipping the paper and pen into the pocket of his coat. “Get some rest, Em. You’ve been through a lot today.”
She gave him a small smile as he walked out, his shoes echoing on the ceramic floor.
I brought my other hand up, cupping her frail fingers in both my hands. “How are you feeling?”
Her gaze moved to our hands, then up to my face. “I’m okay.”
I knew she was anything but okay right now. “I’m sorry I didn’t get there sooner.” I tried to keep my eyes off her blue and purple cheek. It made me wish Felix died a slower, more excruciating death. Too many men had put their hands on her and I’d be damned if I ever let it happen again.
“Please don’t say sorry. None of this was your fault.” Her voice sounded small and weak and I fucking hated it.
They laced her drink, abducted her, and tried to use her as bait in their sick, twisted plan. I wish they would have come straight for me instead of involving Emerson. Now she was hurt, her safety put at risk, and I couldn’t help but feel like it was my fault.
I didn’t press further. We could have this conversation another time, once we were home.
Inourhome.
“We’re unpacking that duffel bag of yours when we get home.”
Her brow furrowed. “What?”
“I’ll move my stuff out of the closet so you have space. I want you to live with me, permanently.”
She was silent for a beat, her eyes roaming my face.
“Are you sure?”
A smile pulled at my lips, my thumb rubbing circles over her hand. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life, darling.”
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When we got home later that night, she laid in bed while I reorganized my dresser to fit the clothes from my closet, plus leaving two drawers available for her.
“I can unpack my clothes tomorrow,” she said from where she was lying on her side, watching me.
“It won’t take me long.” I picked up the bag and set it on top of the dresser. She reached her hand out, grabbing the waistband of my gray sweats and gave them a gentle tug.
I looked over my shoulder at her, her gaze full of lust and affection.Thiswas the look I always wanted to see on her face. Not the fear I saw in those woods. “Come to bed, Wesley.”
I slipped my shirt off, tossing it at the hamper in the corner before crawling into bed beside her. I grabbed the comforter and pulled it over us, wrapping my arm around her. She buried her face in my chest, her breath warm on my skin.
I could stay right here forever, my girl wrapped in my arms, our bodies tangled in each other. This was enough.Shewas enough.
Her hands roamed my skin, her fingertips gliding along my chest, down my stomach, to the hem of my sweats. I cleared my throat, feeling my blood run south. “I don’t want to hurt you, Em.”
She looked up at me, her eyes pleading. “You won’t.”
“The doctor said to rest. That’s the complete opposite of resting.”
It wasn’t that I didn’t want her. Trust me, I wanted to hear her breathy moans, watch her squirm as I made her unravel. But I was scared to make her injuries worse than they already were, then I’d never forgive myself.
“Then I guess you just have to do all the work.” She smirked, hooking her fingers in the waistband of my sweats.
“You’re damn hard to resist, you know that?” I sat up, positioning myself so I was situated between her legs.
She smiled, those blue eyes glistening. “I know.”
