Chapter 195

Old habits died hard, for even in his sleep, he found himself, reaching for a feel of her. But when his fingers caressed the sheets instead, he groaned in frustration.

  To think it was just say five. Surviving the next nine days was going to be a nightmare. The first five was a miracle, for she didn't help matters, showing to have breakfast with him in a long shirt so he could catch glimpse of her garter.

  Those mornings, he found himself losing interest in the food and craving something else. But she didn't pay him her attention, speaking softly over the phone with worry etched on her face as she gave out her flower preference.

  He didn't care for no damn wedding. He just wanted her, this wasn't the way it was supposed to go.

  "Needles on the bed?" 

  Adler popped an eye open to see sitting crossed-legged on a chair that was before his bed, he blinked at her then shut both eyes before muttering, "When I sent my fa