The Edge of Forever by Unknown

Author:Unknown
Language: en-us
Format: mobi

Chapter Nine

Poppy blinked her gritty-feeling eyes open. The bedside clock showed five in the morning. The activities of the night before rushed back to her, and when she shifted the ache between her thighs cemented those memories. Blake wasn’t in the bed beside her, and when she ran her hand across the empty space, cool sheets greeted her. It was clear he hadn’t been lying beside her for a while. Poppy decided he probably needed some time alone with his thoughts, but then she noticed him standing on the deck right outside his French doors. He had to be freezing out there in only a robe and slippers.

Poppy slipped from bed and grabbed the comforter thrown haphazardly on the bed. Images of why the blanket was mussed had her heart rate increasing. She stepped into her slippers and went to the doors. The glass was frosty around the edges, but she couldn’t feel the cold seep through the glass. Blake turned when he heard her open the door. Smoke billowed out around him, but it wasn’t when his warm breath hit the frigid air. The scent of cigarette smoke instantly hit her sense, and she frowned.

“Thought you kicked the habit years ago?” Poppy closed the door behind her and stepped beside him. Blake took another drag of his cigarette and blew out a stream of smoke.

“Yeah, I did.” He cocked his head to the side and smirked. “But sometimes my weakness kicks me in the ass.” He took one more drag and stubbed out the butt. He rested his forearms on the banister and looked ahead. “They’re horrible for my health, I know.” He didn’t look at her, but he grinned.

A lot of things ran through her mind, but the silence felt serene, and for several moments she didn’t do anything but stand beside him and watch as the frost glinted off the moonlight like tiny crystals.

“Why don’t you go back in, sweetheart? It’s freezing out here.” Blake wrapped his arm around her and rubbed her arm. Poppy wanted to press him, talk to him and see what he thought, but that wouldn’t accomplish anything. So, she nodded and pulled away from him.

A moment passed when Poppy thought Blake might pull her back into the safety of his embrace, but instead he clenched his hands at his sides and turned away from her. A dejected feeling washed through. She slipped back into the house and forced herself to be strong. For some reason the feeling of being rejected slammed into her, so hard and forceful it sucked the air right from her lungs. She turned around and looked out the window. Blake’s shoulders were bunched, and his head was dropped low. White puffs of air left him, and his hands were tight fists in front of him. She knew that body language well, knew the emotions that practically slammed against the house. They were ones she had felt, had lived with for the past two years. It was regret.

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