“WAKE up, angel mine,” Gideon murmured, his lips brushing over my jaw. I rocked him as he cried in his sleep, my tears wetting his shirt. I spooned behind him, wrapping one arm around his waist. He flinched away from me, curling around my pillow and squeezing it. Rushing to the bed, I climbed on it, kneeling as I pushed at his shoulder. A chill swept over me as he moaned again, everything in me reacting violently to his torment. It was a terrible noise, the sound of a creature wounded in both body and soul. Gideon groaned and I stilled, dread sliding through me at the sound. Pinkish-orange light was visible through the windows, and a quick glance at the bedside clock told me it was creeping into morning. Moving gingerly so as not to pull something, I unfolded from my curled-up position in the armchair and noted that the dawn was well on its way. I woke with a crick in my neck and the lingering sense that something was wrong. We’d be talking about that as soon as he caught some sleep. In saving me worry, he took more onto himself. But that was impossible for me to do if he shut me out. It was my job as his wife to help him deal with it. He carried so much responsibility and he made it look so effortless … so innately artless, that it was easy to forget he was as vulnerable to being overworked and stressed out as anyone. Sprawled as he was, dressed as he was, he looked his age. Returning the phone to its former spot, I watched the man I loved sink into the deep sleep of exhaustion. I didn’t read them but could see that the last one had come in on Monday. There were also texts between him and Ireland, which made me happy. I still didn’t get it completely, but I didn’t feel quite so … pushed aside. For some reason, the word choice changed my perception of what happened. Sinking into the armchair in the corner of the room, I stared at the message. ![]() I checked his text messages and found the one he’d sent to Angus when we were at the hospital. Those ranged from several minutes long to a quarter of an hour. There were calls between him and business associates-a couple with Arnoldo, and several with his attorneys.Īnd three calls exchanged between him and Deanna Johnson. There were voice mails from Corinne I refused to torture myself by listening to, but I could see he hadn’t answered her or called her in a while. His phone log showed mostly calls placed between him and Angus, Raúl, or Scott. Pictures of me sleeping and eating and frowning in concentration … Boring, commonplace things. No man could take the pictures he did of me otherwise, with messy hair and no makeup, doing nothing more interesting than reading something or standing in front of an open refrigerator contemplating what I wanted. Candid shots that afforded me the opportunity to see myself through his eyes. There were dozens: some of us together taken by paparazzi, others that he’d taken with his phone when I was unaware. The last thing I expected to find were so many pictures of me in his photo album. If he wasn’t going to give me answers, I had every right to search for them myself. If he caught me doing it, I wouldn’t care. I picked it up, typed in angel as the password, and scrolled through it without shame. His boots lay a few feet apart from each other at the end of the bed, as if he’d kicked them off in a rush, and his smartphone and wallet were tossed on the nightstand. I searched for him and found him sprawled facedown on the master bed, his head on my pillow and his clothes still on. Why had he come? Just to see me sleep? To check up on me? And yet he hadn’t intended to spend the night in my bed. If you are a fan of such romantic novels, then these two must be listened to, where Jill Redfield with her voice produces a great atmosphere to be enjoyed.He must have taken just enough time to drop it off before coming to me. Nobody ever had an idea that how well he reciprocated to my approach and how much risks he took just for me.īutterfly in frost and Reflected in You are two other contemporary romantic erotic novels by Sylvia Day, which speaks volumes about her ability and skills in literary work. ![]() I was desperate and I wanted my heart to beat, as many heartbeats were skipped when I saw and met Gideon for the first time. I was completely drawn to it within no time. There were a lot of similarities between our past. This was so much relatable to what I have been all my life. I was also able to see through his personality to find a damaged and a very dangerous soul inside him. ![]() That was something I was not able to resist or compromise with. Just at the moment when I got introduced to Gideon, I soon realized and noticed something special in him, which I badly needed at that time. The wide-reaching portent continue to propel just as Gideon and Eva goes on to face the demons that are from their past.
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