Come home with me. I can’t leave you here like this.” This time her voice cracked.
“My angel, you forget, you have to go make Mrs. Grandma her meal.” Blake ran the back of his bandaged hand down Livia’s cheek.
“Please. I won’t be able to breathe from worrying about you.” Livia didn’t care how crazy she sounded.
“I don’t think that’s prudent. I don’t want you bringing me home like a stray cat.” His defenses were climbing back up. She’d asked too much.
“Okay. I’ll see you Monday then?” The words felt like sandpaper on glass. Rough and unwanted.
“Yes, sweet Livia. I’ll be here. Have no worries.” He leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead.

Autor: Debra Anastasia

Come home with me. I can’t leave you here like this.” This time her voice cracked.<br />“My angel, you forget, you have to go make Mrs. Grandma her meal.” Blake ran the back of his bandaged hand down Livia’s cheek.<br />“Please. I won’t be able to breathe from worrying about you.” Livia didn’t care how crazy she sounded.<br />“I don’t think that’s prudent. I don’t want you bringing me home like a stray cat.” His defenses were climbing back up. She’d asked too much.<br />“Okay. I’ll see you Monday then?” The words felt like sandpaper on glass. Rough and unwanted.<br />“Yes, sweet Livia. I’ll be here. Have no worries.” He leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead. - Debra Anastasia




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