Page 11 of Resisting Fate

“What do you want to watch?” he asks while getting the remotes and some blankets and pillows out.

“Anything with suspense,” I say, and walk straight to the junk food.

Seriously, this is heaven.

I want to live in this room.

I grab a bunch of treats, chips, popcorn, and pop before sitting down on the couch before Isaac reclines it. I pretend not to notice as he sits beside me, and we share the snacks between us.

I have no idea what movie he put on, but my smile won’t leave my face.

This is my perfect way to spend the day.

Isaac

My mate was smiling the whole time. I didn’t miss the way her eyes lit up when I showed her the theatre room the first time.

I was glad she didn’t want to leave as soon as she woke up.

Heck, if it were up to me, I would have her here all the time. I know that I have to take things one step at a time, but this was a perfect way to spend time with her. Especially after weeks of staying on the porch of Scott’s house.

Now, I actually feel like we are getting somewhere.

Right now, she’s falling asleep while letting me sit next to her. Slowly, her body falls sideways into me. I lift up my arm and pull her into me.

Fuck, it feels so good to finally have her in my arms. That’s not something I thought I would ever have.

This small thing is something I will cherish, even if this is all she will give me.

I pull her into me more and lay back.

I don’t bother pretending to watch the movie anymore, and I stare down at my mate as my fingers run through her hair.

Seeing Ashley attacking her, the blood around her leg, and the sounds of her pained cries was devastating yet again.

She has been injured two times too many.

Each time, it guts me to see my mate severely hurt.

I’ll never forget her screams of pain when Ryker reset the bone.

I hold her just a little bit tighter as I fall asleep peacefully. The first time in a long time.

Chapter Four

Hailey

I wake up feeling safe and content. I honestly don’t remember the last time I felt this way.

The body beneath me is warm and holding me tight, like he’s afraid if he would let me go just a bit, I would disappear.

I hate how right this feels.

I feel my walls wanting to break, but I try hard to keep them up.

I have to remember that he’s the guy who bullied me most of my life.

Twenty-four hours alone with him doesn’t change that.

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