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‘You can’t just walk out of here,’ Ewen said as we nearer the door.
‘We can.’ My words were soft but firm. They wouldn’t hurt me, and if they intended on taking their opportunity for revenge on Cam, they would have done it already.
I held my head high and squeezed Cam’s fingers tightly as I walked out without another look back.
The tears only came once I was safe in Cam’s car.
It was a flood.
CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT
CAMERON
Katie was sound asleep when I got home, and I dismissed Benny off home to his bed. I needed to take care of my girl.
Maeve had sat mostly stock still on the drive back, seemingly totally zoned out. The tears kept tracking down her cheeks throughout the journey, and I couldn’t even pull her into my lap to comfort her as I was driving.
I found her in my bedroom, gazing out over the cityscape that stretched out before us, glittering like a thousand stars.
Her skin was warm as I wrapped my arms around her from behind, breathing her in, finally relaxing with her safely in my home. Our home.
‘Let’s get you cleaned up, Princess. I think we could both be done with a shower.’
Without a word, she let me lead her to my bathroom, where I switched on the shower, giving it a few minutes to heat as I stripped off. I paused as I moved to remove the tattered dress.
‘Would you prefer if I let you shower alone?’
‘No,’ Maeve said, her fingers gripping onto my hands. ‘Don’t leave me.’
People dealt with trauma in a million different ways. I’d always distanced myself when I’d been hurt, but my shoulders relaxed at her saying she wanted me to stay. The last thing I wanted was any more distance between us.
The dress pooled on the floor before her underwear joined it. I’d burn them both, so she never had to see them and be reminded of him. Together we stood, naked as the day we were born, with nothing between us. Chills pricked my skin as she traced a finger down my arm.
‘He’s dead, and I don’t know how to process it. I’m not sorry that he’s dead, but he would have mattered to someone. They don’t deserve the hurt.’
‘It’s never easy. But don’t shoulder the blame, let me take it. I pulled the trigger.’ I’d killed enough assholes in my life that one more wouldn’t rock the boat for me. I’d killed some people who didn’t deserve it too, and those weighed heavily on me every day.
‘I let Mac get to me.’
‘You’re only human, Maeve,’ I said, placing a whisper of a kiss at her temple.
The water was hot, the air, steam filled, and I directed Maeve back into the stream so it hit her back. She moaned softly as the water swept over her and watched me as I filled a loofah with sweet spiced soap and washed the night away. Her legs first, taking my time to lather them up with the loofah, making sure not an inch went unwashed. She smiled as I skimmed her hips and stomach and arched toward me as I washed her chest, her nipples peaking beneath the strokes. I moved onto her arms before spinning her to work the soap over her back. Maeve groaned as the rough texture grazed at her skin; the skin reddening slightly as I worked it. She tilted her hips so her ass perked as I washed it, my dick already hardening at the proximity to her slick, soapy skin. She’d had far too much to drink for it to getting involved, even if she hadn’t been through what she had.
When I reached around her and spread her thighs, dipping the loofah between her legs, she whimpered.
‘Would you prefer to clean yourself?’ I asked, knowing how close that asshole had been to being inside of her.
‘No.’
I kept it brief, cleaning her quickly before moving onto shampooing the vomit and blood out of her hair. Happy sighs mingled with the steam as my fingers worked against her scalp. I could almost feel the strain leaving her body. Good. She needed to try to sleep.
After I’d finished washing us both, I wrapped her in a towel and left her in my room with strict instructions to brush her teeth, get into some pyjamas and climb into bed. Hot buttered toast and a cup of tea always helped. I threw in some painkillers and a bottle of water for good measure.
I perched on the bed beside her and put on some reruns of Friends as she ate and supped her tea.
Finally, she finished both and snuggled into my side as we relaxed back against the pillows. Her lips found my neck as she pressed herself against me. God. My body reacted to her touch despite me telling my brain to ignore it. When her hand dipped to the front of my shorts, I held it. She pouted up at me.
‘Why are you stopping me? Are you mad?
