He shifts and turns toward me. “How are you?” he asks, his voice still soft.
Well, I’m shit really . . . I swallow. “If I told you I was fine, I’d be lying.”
He inhales sharply. “Me, too,” he murmurs and reaches over and clasps my hand. “I
miss you,” he adds.
Oh no. Skin against skin.
“Christian, I—”
“Ana, please. We need to talk.”
I’m going to cry. No. “Christian, I . . . please . . . I’ve cried so much,” I whisper, trying
to keep my emotions in check
“Oh, baby, no.” He tugs my hand, and before I know it I’m on his lap. He has his arms
around me, and his nose is in my hair. “I’ve missed you so much, Anastasia,” he breathes.
I want to struggle out of his hold, to maintain some distance, but his arms are wrapped
around me. He’s pressing me to his chest. I melt. Oh, this is where I want to be.
I rest my head against him, and he kisses my hair repeatedly. This is home. He smells
of linen, fabric softener, body wash, and my favorite smell—Christian. For a moment, I
allow myself the illusion that all will be well, and it soothes my ravaged soul.
A few minutes later Taylor pulls to a stop at the curb, even though we’re still in the city
He shifts and turns toward me. “How are you?” he asks, his voice still soft.Well, I’m shit really . . . I swallow. “If I told you I was fine, I’d be lying.”He inhales sharply. “Me, too,” he murmurs and reaches over and clasps my hand. “Imiss you,” he adds.Oh no. Skin against skin.“Christian, I—”“Ana, please. We need to talk.”I’m going to cry. No. “Christian, I . . . please . . . I’ve cried so much,” I whisper, tryingto keep my emotions in check“Oh, baby, no.” He tugs my hand, and before I know it I’m on his lap. He has his armsaround me, and his nose is in my hair. “I’ve missed you so much, Anastasia,” he breathes.I want to struggle out of his hold, to maintain some distance, but his arms are wrappedaround me. He’s pressing me to his chest. I melt. Oh, this is where I want to be.I rest my head against him, and he kisses my hair repeatedly. This is home. He smellsof linen, fabric softener, body wash, and my favorite smell—Christian. For a moment, Iallow myself the illusion that all will be well, and it soothes my ravaged soul.A few minutes later Taylor pulls to a stop at the curb, even though we’re still in the city
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