Within minutes I was heading out to the bedroom, where I pulled on a pair of sweats before heading to my home office. I lathered, quickly washing away the sticky sweat I’d woken up in. Worse, since I had no intention of letting her go, I would have to find a way to make up for the fact that I was such a fucking mess we couldn’t even sleep in the same room together. And I wanted the news of our marriage broadcast via every medium known to man, rather than hidden away as a secret between less than a handful of people. If I’d been a better man, I would’ve walked away from Eva Cross the moment I saw her. “Fuck.” I placed my palms flat against the cool tile and absorbed the chill of the punishing deluge into my bones. Couldn’t pull her lush body under mine and sink into it, letting her touch chase the memories away. I wanted her urgently, wanted to lose myself in her, and hated that I couldn’t. My angel who slept peacefully in the apartment next door. A shiver racked me, and my thoughts shifted to my wife. Icy needles of water bombarded my overheated skin, the sting chasing away the clinging shadows of a nightmare I couldn’t fully remember.Ĭlosing my eyes, I stepped deeper into the spray, willing the lingering fear and nausea to circle the drain at my feet.
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