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"Thank you," she murmurs.
"Oh, babe. You are more than welcome." I chuckle, my palm landing on her cheek as my fingertip wipes away her tears.
"I didn't mean... I meant thank you for waiting for me, for still wanting me after—"
"Shhh," I say, lifting up so I can look into her eyes to ensure she believes every word I'm about to say. "I told you, nothing can change how I feel about you. You're in here," I say, dragging her palm down until it's resting over my heart. "You're so fucking deep in here that I'll never let you go."
"Con," she sobs, but the sound of her stomach grumbling concerns me more than her tears.
"You need to eat, babe. When was the last time you had something decent?"
She shrugs, and my heart aches as I imagine what she's been through these past few days.
"Let me look after you, K."
She nods at me, tears still swimming in her eyes as my own burn the backs of mine, but I refuse to shed any. She's hurting enough right now, she doesn't need to see how badly this is ripping me up inside.
Rolling off the bed, I grab a pair of sweats and tug them on before finding her a clean shirt and pair of boxers.
"Here, put these on. We're going for a midnight snack," I say after glancing at the clock and seeing that it's already well past that time.
She pushes to sit up slowly and I panic. She's so weak, so broken and bruised.
"Let me help."
I drop to my knees before her and look up. She wants to argue, I can see it in her eyes, but she doesn’t even have the strength to do that.
I probably shouldn't have just done that. Guilt rips through me. But she asked for it—asked for more—and I have a real hard time saying no to anything my girl wants.
"You've got nothing to prove, K. Let me help you, let me be what you need. Let me f-fix you." My voice cracks and I hate it. I hate that she looks at me with sympathy in her eyes when she's the one who's really suffered.
My body might still ache from the beating I took, and the two of us might be sporting similar bruises, but the pain I feel is nothing compared to hers, I'm sure.
I hold my boxers out and she steps into them slowly before lifting her ass from the bed so I can pull them on. I drag the shirt over her head and then swing her into my arms. Right where she belongs.
Her lips part to argue, but I cut her off before a word even passes.
"Don't even think about suggesting you'll walk. It's not happening."
She smiles up at me and the love I see in her eyes weakens my knees.
She's here and she's mine, and all that heartache is over.
The image of what I saw on that wall in the warehouse hits me, but I swallow it down. Now is not the time for that.
The house is silent and in darkness as we make our way to the kitchen. Kenny hits the light switch as we enter, and I place her down on one of the stools.
"Any requests?" I ask after making su
re she can stay upright.
"Just not crackers and water."
My steps falter as red-hot anger races through me. How dare that cunt treat her like that?
I swallow down my anger and force my muscles to relax. She doesn’t need to see it right now.
"You got it, babe. Sandwich? Conner special?" I say, ensuring there is a lightness into my tone that I don’t feel.
