Weeks passed with the same routine.
Work. Home. Christian. Sex. Repeat.
We fought, sometimes. Over little things. My independence. His stubbornness. But we never talked about the office. Not the way I'd thought he would.
Not about Haley Moore.
I was relieved for that. It made me think Christian trusted me more.
No matter what we fought about, we always ended up in bed, resolving it with touches and whispered apologies.
And still, I held back.
Because every time he looked at me like I was the only thing he saw…
Every time he made me laugh when I wanted to cry…
Every time he whispered my name like it was the only word he trusted…
I felt it.
Love. Raw and whole and terrifying.
***
I'd had one of the roughest days. Haley had given me hell like never before, but I had stood up to her.
Her reaction had surprised me in turn. I didn't think she'd back down like that. I didn't want to admit it, but I was a little afraid of what she might do.
