Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 114(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
I press my forehead to the cold door and take a deep breath. I can still smell him all over me like it’s branded into my skin. The feel of him still lingers too with the deliciously beautiful ache between my legs. Wynn is a part of me now, and when I told him I belonged to him, I meant that. It doesn’t matter if we’re together or not, he’ll always own my soul.
It's selfish if I stay, I know that, but I will myself to be stronger. I won’t be my mother. I’ll do what needs to be done to protect everyone that I can.
"Kate." I spin around at the sound of Wynn saying my name.
When my eyes meet his, my heart breaks because I can see the pain all over his face. He was telling me the truth when he said he couldn't live without me, and in this moment I realize that I don’t think I can live without him either.
“I’m sorry,” I choke out as I burst into tears. Wynn is on me instantly, lifting me into his arms. I sob into his neck as his hand runs up and down my back, comforting me. "I'm not strong enough."
"It’s okay, baby girl. Get it all out," he says, his voice strong and steady.
The sobs take over, and I lose control of all my emotions. I cling to him as the weight of my pain hits me all at once. Everything that’s happened to me and my past comes to the surface, all the things I’ve suppressed over the years. It’s a tidal wave that threatens to consume me, but Wynn keeps it at bay.
Slowly, the weight of that grief begins to lift, and it’s replaced by the warmth of his embrace. My body goes limp in his arms, and I’m suddenly so exhausted I can’t keep my eyes open. I don’t know if I doze off or if I lose track of time, but when I open my eyes again, I’m in bed with Wynn. My face is resting on his chest, and the soft strum of his heartbeat soothes me.
“I couldn’t do it,” I whisper and turn my head to look up at him.
“Thank fuck.” His hold on me tightens ever so slightly. “I can’t lose you, Kate.”
"I can't lose you either." I stare into his eyes because I want him to know this is ripping me apart too.
"You're not going to lose me," he says, but how can he be so certain?
"I could lose you, or you could end up hating me,” I tell him, because both would be devastating.
"I could never hate you. Right now I only have hate and disdain for your father. I'd be pissed at myself for letting you slip through my fingers because of that." He takes a deep breath and reins in his emotions. "You can't do that to me, Kate. You can’t just disappear."
"You don't understand." I’m trying to get him to see reason, but clearly it’s not working.
"I'm not going to pretend to understand what you're going through, but you need to know that if you run, I won't stop looking for you." I open my mouth to speak, but the look he shoots me has me promptly pressing my lips together. "It will become my only mission in life, so if you've got it in your head I could lose my medical license because of some shit your father might do, well, then know my medical license won't mean anything if I'm chasing you down."
He's not joking or exaggerating. I can see the pure determination in his eyes like it’s some kind of challenge. I bury my face in his chest, and I feel a strong desire to stay here forever. Wynn's making me believe that might be possible.
"I wasn't strong enough to leave,” I tell him because I don’t believe that I would have ever opened that door. “And I know it was selfish."
"It wasn’t selfish," he grumbles, making his chest vibrate under my cheek. "You can't run forever, Kate. With me, we can take him on together."
Together. That word is so foreign to me, but I long for it. Even when my mother was alive, I still felt like I was in this life all alone.
"Are you only doing this because you feel obligated after what happened to my mother?" Wynn doesn’t owe anyone anything. He’s already done more than he probably should have.
"Only? Absolutely not.” He motions between us. "We go beyond that. I would want to help anyone in this situation, but I wouldn’t bring them home with me. Or want to spend the whole time sucking and kissing every inch of their skin and calling them ‘baby girl’ so they understand they're mine.”
"Better not," I mutter, not wanting to think about those things.