Chapter 220. It's Obvious

Faye

I don’t know why I throw myself against Michael like my life depends on feeling him firm and whole in my arms. Maybe this feeling inside my chest is a rushed, fleeting echo of something deeper, something I’ve only known to be true in fairy tales. Maybe he doesn’t feel the same–maybe he sees me as a burden, a nuisance. 

After what I’ve put his friends and family through, I wouldn’t be thoroughly shocked to be shoved away and scolded–then banished. 

But his arms wrap around me, lifting me into the air as his warm breath tickles my neck. He breathes my name against my skin, and it awakes those overwhelming feelings of possession and utter, all consuming lust in my bones. I am his. Whatever high powers decide whose names are written together in the stars? They chose me for him, didn’t they? 

That’s the only explanation….

He sets me down so gently I momentarily feel like I’m floating until my slippered toes brush the carp