lay down and spooned his body around mine.
“I didn’t know what to believe,” I breathed and laid the back of my head against his chest. He kissed the top of my head. “Did you ever take me to that club? Did you let someone else have me there?” I needed to know if he was there because of me or because he was trying to cover up his own sins. If him being there had nothing to do with me, then my heart needed time to adjust.
He trembled. “No,” he said desperately and pulled me tighter to his body. “That place is Hell, and you’re my Heaven. The last place I ever wanted you to go was to a place like that. You’re too good for a place like that.” His voice cracked. “I would kill any man that tried to touch you. You don’t share an angel. You, my love, are my angel.”
“I can remember everything but you.” I took a deep breath. The beating in my chest drowned out everything around me.
“Then I’ll spend every moment of every day trying to get you to love me again,” he whispered against the sensitive spot behind my ear.
“Where have you been?” I whined, unable to control my emotions.
“Trying to survive without you and failing terribly.” He held onto me like I was his lifesaver and he was drowning.
I flipped around still sure I was dreaming. “How did you get in?”
“I have a key. I’ve wanted to use it a million times, but I didn’t want to misuse your trust.”
I didn’t care that he basically broke into my house; I wrapped my arm around him. The fact he came here for me was enough to ease the burn of him turning me away in front of anybody at the club. I was weak where it concerned Ethan. I didn’t care. For once since the wreck, I felt something I didn’t believe possible; a total and completely irrational healing. He placed his hand on my waist, protectively. If he only knew what he was protecting.
“Why tonight?” I finally asked.
“Because you thought I didn’t want you with me. That’s as far from the truth as you can get. This is what I want.”
“Sarah will shoot you if she catches you in here.”
“I’m not here for Sarah.”
“Well, I have to live with her. So you need to get the hell out,” I said and shoved his side.
He gripped my wrist. “Not until you agree to see me again.”
“Can you take me out to eat tomorrow?”
“Babe, as long as I get to be with you, I’ll take you anywhere. How about say noon?”
I was pregnant with his baby. Whether I raised him or not was still up in the air, but it didn’t change the fact that at that moment Ethan’s baby was growing inside of me. I had to know if we could get over the past, if I could handle the past when the memories came.
I reached up and lightly kissed his lip. “See you at twelve, Ethan.”
As quickly as my dream appeared, it disappeared.
*****
Still groggy from the lack of sleep, I glanced over at the clock. Hell, it was almost noon. I sat up and ran my fingers through my tangled hair, thinking back over the previous night and pondering what was reality and what was a dream. I was still up and watching television when Charlie appeared in my living room. So, I knew that had happened. Going to the club was real too. If I would’ve dreamed it, Ethan would have loved me like he did in the dream I had of him slithering into my bed. It was so life-like. I swore I still smelled his cologne. I picked up the pillow and held it to my nose then screamed. I wouldn’t let myself believe it was anything other than an illusion. Ethan spoke the words at the club that he had made obvious the past few months. “I don’t want you here.”
The unrelenting noise coming from the living room wouldn’t stop. Once the whistling of the Andy Griffith Show drifted down the hall, I knew that Deacon was home for lunch. Not ready to talk, I buried myself under the covers and faked a
“I didn’t know what to believe,” I breathed and laid the back of my head against his chest. He kissed the top of my head. “Did you ever take me to that club? Did you let someone else have me there?” I needed to know if he was there because of me or because he was trying to cover up his own sins. If him being there had nothing to do with me, then my heart needed time to adjust.
He trembled. “No,” he said desperately and pulled me tighter to his body. “That place is Hell, and you’re my Heaven. The last place I ever wanted you to go was to a place like that. You’re too good for a place like that.” His voice cracked. “I would kill any man that tried to touch you. You don’t share an angel. You, my love, are my angel.”
“I can remember everything but you.” I took a deep breath. The beating in my chest drowned out everything around me.
“Then I’ll spend every moment of every day trying to get you to love me again,” he whispered against the sensitive spot behind my ear.
“Where have you been?” I whined, unable to control my emotions.
“Trying to survive without you and failing terribly.” He held onto me like I was his lifesaver and he was drowning.
I flipped around still sure I was dreaming. “How did you get in?”
“I have a key. I’ve wanted to use it a million times, but I didn’t want to misuse your trust.”
I didn’t care that he basically broke into my house; I wrapped my arm around him. The fact he came here for me was enough to ease the burn of him turning me away in front of anybody at the club. I was weak where it concerned Ethan. I didn’t care. For once since the wreck, I felt something I didn’t believe possible; a total and completely irrational healing. He placed his hand on my waist, protectively. If he only knew what he was protecting.
“Why tonight?” I finally asked.
“Because you thought I didn’t want you with me. That’s as far from the truth as you can get. This is what I want.”
“Sarah will shoot you if she catches you in here.”
“I’m not here for Sarah.”
“Well, I have to live with her. So you need to get the hell out,” I said and shoved his side.
He gripped my wrist. “Not until you agree to see me again.”
“Can you take me out to eat tomorrow?”
“Babe, as long as I get to be with you, I’ll take you anywhere. How about say noon?”
I was pregnant with his baby. Whether I raised him or not was still up in the air, but it didn’t change the fact that at that moment Ethan’s baby was growing inside of me. I had to know if we could get over the past, if I could handle the past when the memories came.
I reached up and lightly kissed his lip. “See you at twelve, Ethan.”
As quickly as my dream appeared, it disappeared.
*****
Still groggy from the lack of sleep, I glanced over at the clock. Hell, it was almost noon. I sat up and ran my fingers through my tangled hair, thinking back over the previous night and pondering what was reality and what was a dream. I was still up and watching television when Charlie appeared in my living room. So, I knew that had happened. Going to the club was real too. If I would’ve dreamed it, Ethan would have loved me like he did in the dream I had of him slithering into my bed. It was so life-like. I swore I still smelled his cologne. I picked up the pillow and held it to my nose then screamed. I wouldn’t let myself believe it was anything other than an illusion. Ethan spoke the words at the club that he had made obvious the past few months. “I don’t want you here.”
The unrelenting noise coming from the living room wouldn’t stop. Once the whistling of the Andy Griffith Show drifted down the hall, I knew that Deacon was home for lunch. Not ready to talk, I buried myself under the covers and faked a
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