“You’re sorry? I damn near drank myself to death, I could barely get out
of bed, I shattered my phone into a million pieces on New Year’s Eve to keep
from calling you … and you’re sorry?”
I bit my lip and nodded, ashamed. I had no idea what he’d been through, and hearing his say the words made sharp pain twist inside my chest. “I’m so … so sorry.”
“You’re forgiven,” he said with a grin. “Don’t ever do it again.”
“I won’t. I promise.”
He flashed his dimple and shook his head. “I fucking love you.”
I bit my lip and nodded, ashamed. I had no idea what he’d been through, and hearing his say the words made sharp pain twist inside my chest. “I’m so … so sorry.”
“You’re forgiven,” he said with a grin. “Don’t ever do it again.”
“I won’t. I promise.”
He flashed his dimple and shook his head. “I fucking love you.”
He scanned my face with careful hope in his eyes. “You love me?”
“It’s the tattoos,” I shrugged.
“It’s the tattoos,” I shrugged.
A pained look shadowed
his face. “You know why I want you? I didn’t know I was lost until you found
me. I didn’t know what alone was until the first night I spent without you in
my bed. You’re the one thing I’ve got right. You’re what I’ve been waiting for,
Pigeon.”
The anger subsided, and my shoulders fell. “I know you didn’t. But you
have got to curb this overprotective big-brother thing you’ve got going on.”
Travis laughed once. “I’m not playing the big brother, Pigeon. Not even close.”
Travis laughed once. “I’m not playing the big brother, Pigeon. Not even close.”
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