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The key lifts from my hand and warmth replaces it. My eyes open in surprise as I look down at Wynn. Her beautiful pale-pink hair shifts with the wind’s grace and her honey-brown eyes scorch me. Her lips turn up as she grasps my hand tighter; the smile fills her soul completely and… I think my heart stops.
She doesn’t want to die—I can see the tendrils of hope in her eyes.
When did they appear?
It’s only been a few weeks and she’s already healing. What’s wrong with me? She and Lanston are pulling ahead and leaving me in their wake.
“I have a session with Dr. Prestin. See you guys later.” Lanston heads back inside, leaving me and Wynn sitting silently.
“Do you get upset when I play?” I ask.
“What?”
“When I play the piano. Does it upset you?”
Wynn raises a brow as she grins. “No… It’s actually really nice to listen to.” Her tone is genuine and her eyes glint with curiosity. “Is that why you’ve been gloomy all afternoon?”
I shrug. “I didn’t mean to make you sad earlier—you cry every single time I play.”
Her eyes widen and before I can say anything else, she pulls me into a tight hug, my face pressed into her soft sweater as she wraps her arms around me.
It robs all the breath from my lungs. She’s embracing me so delicately, and for the first time, I feel as broken as I perceived her to be.
No one’s ever hugged me so desperately with their entire heart.
“You didn’t make me sad, Liam… You opened up old wounds. I felt the music coming from your soul, and I felt the pain and sorrow that I’ve locked away for such a long time. I’m happy that I cried—and that it was you who broke my walls down enough to do so.”
My arms instinctively coil around her small body. I try to ignore the trembling in my hands, but I’m sure she feels it.
“I’d like to hear you play someday,” I murmur as I inhale her intoxicating lilac scent.
She pulls away and a somber smile crosses her lips. “I’d like that too.”
We stare at one another in silence for a moment. The damp fall air makes me want to wrap her up in a blanket and read all day. Or research the missing people she’s so interested in.
“Coldfox, Waters—get inside. Forecast says heavy rain soon.” Jericho holds the garden door open as we walk past him. He inspects us with a little too much interest. “Happy to see you two are getting along so well.”
I rub my onyx forefinger ring with my thumb, a nervous tick I have. “Well, yeah, we’re roommates.” I try to guide the conversation in a different direction. “Are we still going to the Fall Festival next weekend?”
“Yes, I actually finished up the paperwork this morning. I’ll have the schedule soon with the odd jobs they need help with.” Jericho waves dismissively as he continues on without us to his office down the hall. His dark suit is pressed and professional. I wonder if a guy like him ever cuts loose.
We stop by our room on our way to the common area; Wynn grabs her blue fluffy blanket and her notebook. The common area is much like a hotel lobby, filled with furniture and tables, a little coffee bar for the addicts. And what great foyer doesn’t have an outrageously large fireplace? The stones are tan and cream, the fire roaring all hours of the day and night.
Keeping ghosts out, maybe.
We say hi to Mrs. Abett, the front desk lady, and she nods at us. Cold old woman, that one. She’s the one staff member who rubs me the wrong way. Maybe she could use some therapy too.
The fire warms my cold skin. Wynn settles on the couch closest to the mantle, cozying up in her blanket as I sit next to her. I’m one hundred percent certain the air between us has changed. The way she stares longingly at me—it’s undeniable. I think about last night and how she came to my bedside to calm me from my nightmares. How we fucked in the spa room, so much more than hate-fucking. The fear in her eyes told me everything I needed to know about her feelings toward me.
My thoughts drift to ourpersonal sessions. Her breasts were so warm and soft. The taste of her soaking wet pussy still sweetens my dreams at night.
I open my arms, my black hoodie pulling up and showing my stomach a bit. I don’t miss her eyes dipping down and heat filling her gaze.
“Come here, Wynn.”
She watches me for a moment. I’m about to lean up and snatch her when she smiles and crawls over. Her lilac aroma fills the space around me. I’m in my own heaven with her this close. She snuggles up to me like she did last night.
Just me and her. It’s not often we get time away from Lanston. I wonder if she’s told him about what we do after dark. We’ve been keeping things strictly business and pleasure, but I’m curious if she wants more like I do.
