Page 144 of Nothing Without You
With much struggle, I kissed his forehead. “I love you too, Christian Hayes.”
FORTY-ONE
CHRISTIAN
Last night wasthe best night of my fucking life.
After cleaning Adelaide up, she snuggled into me like she couldn’t bear being away from me for even a moment.
Anytime she looked my way with her dopey doe look, all I could think about was how much I loved her.
Dawn approached quickly while I thought of her the whole time. She remained the precipice of my fucking consciousness.
I couldn’t sleep.
I couldn’t let go.
I couldn’t fucking do anything but watch her sleep.
She was perfect.
Adelaide was all good emotions rolled into one and she was here with me.
It was fucking unbelievable how easily she picked me when I left her all alone.
Selfless and wholehearted, Adelaide chose me as hers without hesitation.
A dark cloud settled over my thoughts.
I had to tell her today before it was too late.
I didn’t want to lose her.
Carefully, I got off the bed and gathered her dress from the floor—holding her ripped dress out. I did have a problem. At this rate, I’d rip all her dresses.
While the morning sun peeked through the curtains, I grabbed my sewing kit, sat in the armchair near the window and got to work.
FORTY-TWO
ADELAIDE
I was sore.
Everywhere.
Curving into Christian’s side of the bed, he wasn’t there.
A pit fell in my stomach.
He’s gone.
If he told me what he liked, what he wanted, I could have given it to him. Instead, he left me, and I was alone on his king-sized bed with a broken-hearted shaped hole in my chest. I hated him for leaving me like this when he told me he loved?—
“Looking for me?”
All I had to do was turn my head to the sound of his gravelly voice and there he was. Shirtless with only his boxers on while he casually threaded pieces of… my dress together.
What on earth is he doing?
