Page 86 of Midnight Torment

“Home.” I stopped for a moment and glared up at the approaching dawn. “We’re going home to feed that bloody squirrel and see what damage he’s done to our window boxes. Then you and I are crawling into bed to sleep for at least a week.”

Megan squealed and jumped up to attach herself to me koala bear style, covering my face in sloppy kisses even as I tried to fend her off. I grabbed her under her ass and started toward the garage where one of my cars resided, but not before I noticed the nosy bastards with their faces pressed to the windows watching us.

I saluted them with my middle finger and walked away from the problems that would still be waiting for me another day.

“I love you,” Megan said into my ear, her arms threatening to strangle me.

“You fucking better with the amount I’m about to spend on an engagement ring.” I slapped her ass and she giggled. “I can’t believe I’m about to do the one thing I swore I never would. Fucking marriage.”

The house was in darkness, but as predicted, my window boxes were destroyed. I would have skinned the furry menace and made him into a hat, but Megan oohed and aahed because he was asleep in one of the wooden boxes she had put CCTV in for her furry friend. Something told me that sometime in the near future, our garden would be filled with critters.

It was another thing I’d have to accept to keep her happy.

“I’m going to bed,” I announced, stifling a yawn. I’d lived on pure caffeine these past few days.

Megan’s hand landed on my stomach, and she stared up at me with those huge blue eyes that captivated me too long ago. “The first mention of marriage and you turn into an old man with no libido.”

“I’ll deal with your impudence in the morning, but right now you and I are snuggling under that duvet until I feel like a human being again.”

“But you don’t snuggle,” she said with an innocent smile that made my eyes narrow.

“Tonight I snuggle and then I go back to denying it again.”

She winked at me. “Got it. You’re a secret snuggler.”

I groaned. “Come on, you. Time for bed. I never thought I’d see the day that I was too tired for sex.”

Megan threw her travel bag on her dressing table. I tossed my wallet and keys beside it and toed my boots off. We went expecting to start a war and I still didn’t know what the fuck had actually happened. Megan was taking her top off and I stilled her with my hands sweeping down her arms.

“Look at the damage she caused.”

Her hand landed on my chest. “The memories were worse, so much worse.” Her forehead landed above her hand. “Jordan, the hardest part was remembering a time I was at my lowest point after you left me.” She paused and I felt her take in a deep breath. “I was rushed to hospital with an ectopic pregnancy. I tried to find you because I desperately needed you to tell me everything would be okay. The memories of losing our baby—” Her voice broke, and my heart crushed in my chest. I had even more to atone for that I ever guessed.

“Fuck.” There was nothing I could do but hold her until the sobs stopped, trying to keep all her broken pieces from falling apart. “I never knew.”

My chest was wet with her tears. I didn’t deserve her, I never had, and all my rotten decisions were coming back to tear me apart.

“I know, and I would never have told you now except those drugs made it all so real again, as if I’d stepped back three years in time.” She started to sob again, so I hugged her closer, giving her what she should have had before.

I’d fucked up on so many levels that I didn’t know where to start to make it all better. I opened my mouth to speak but she shook her head, her curls bouncing with the movement. “Just hold me because neither of us can turn the clock back.”

That I could do. I stripped our clothes off and held her under the covers until both of us were exhausted from the turbulent sea of emotions. We drifted in and out of sleep, ordered pizza and other random takeaway when we woke, and slept some more until we could no longer hide from the world.

I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, when her face appeared above me.

“Did I break us?” Megan asked.

“Huh?”

“It’s been three days and you haven’t once touched me sexually.” Her brow creased in a frown. “Was it because I told you about the past?”

“Nope. My dick was feeling ashamed of himself for acting like a dick.”

She crawled over me, her hand reaching for the aforementioned organ that was on the naughty step. “Need me to kiss him better?” She bounced her eyebrows suggestively, running her hand up and down my dick, her thumbnail teasing my piercings. “Or does he need a good massage?”

“Megan—” I warned in a low tone. “You’re injured.”

“My arm and stomach are cut, and I have bruises on my ass, but my pussy still works. Do you not hear her meowing for cream?”

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