She shot up from the couch. “Forget? You think I can forget you? Look at this.” She undid the zipper on her jeans to reveal the tattoo. “Remember this? I can never forget you with this branding on me! I can’t even look in the damn mirror without remembering!”
“I hope it haunts you like it did me for ten years.” His voice lowered but didn’t lose an ounce of anger. “I didn’t know what happened to you. I didn’t know if someone abducted you, or if I did something wrong to make you leave.” His arms crossed over his chest. The anger seemed to be dissolving a bit with each word. “I lay awake at night wondering where you were and what you were doing right at that moment. Every damned night, Chelsea.”
“I’m so sor—Oh, never mind.” She turned to go back to her chair but the heat of his hand on her shoulder stopped her. She covered it with her own. His fingers entwined with hers.
“I know you’re sorry,” he whispered. “I accept your apology.”
She turned toward him. She put her hands on his chest and fingered his wet t-shirt. “Take this off. You’re going to get sick.”
“I don’t care.” He wiped his tears away. “The only things I care about are you and Elizabeth.”
She moved her hand off his shoulder to pull his shirt up over his head so he wouldn’t be cold anymore. He might not care if he got sick, but she did. Before she knew it, her lips were against his moist flesh. She kissed his shoulder and then moved down his chest. She let her mouth nibble gently as she moved all the way down his abs to the waistband of his jeans.
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