Page 17 of Torn
“Why do you call me that?”
"Because that first night it's what you looked like when I brought you home. A damn angel sleeping and I felt something between us then." His hands tighten around me as he sighs. "Being with me ain't easy. It's what I wanted to talk to you about tonight. I can wait, and maybe we can handle that tomorrow. I just want to make sure you know what you're getting into."
“Whatever it is, it’s making me happier then I’ve been in as long as I can remember.”
I press my head against his chest, letting his warmth envelop me.
I start to drift off completely drained from the night. Storm shifts to his back and pulls me against him. I feel him place a kiss on my head as I drift off. He says something, but I can't completely make it out.
It almost sounds like.
I’m sorry, I hope you can forgive me.
