Worth It All by Marie Wathen

Author:Marie Wathen [Wathen, Marie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: mystery, abuse, love
Goodreads: 18804298
Publisher: Marie Wathen
Published: 2014-05-19T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-One

Breesan

With a migraine threatening to steal the joy out of tonight’s celebration and feeling like I’m drowning in a pool of self-pity, I glare accusingly at the beautiful designer gown hanging on the back of my closet door mockingly. I’m fighting against an overwhelming temptation to say screw it all and crawl under the covers, hiding out alone rather than mingling in disguise as Beatrice with a bunch of strangers that I don’t really care about. However, if I mess up the big, beauty-queen-style hair-do that Sam worked almost two hours on earlier, she will kick my ass. She and Kole were acting strangely when they left this afternoon, too, and neither wanted to share what the hell that was all about. I hate that they’re still keeping me in the dark.

Blaming one hundred percent of my bad mood on my silly loneliness and because I still haven’t heard from Marcus, I huff audibly and cross the room into my bathroom, searching out pain relievers. After downing a couple of small pills, and having a pointless pep talk with the girl in the mirror, I remind myself that if Anna could, she would tell me that I can’t miss the Walker’s anniversary celebration. She would understand that I’m not doing this for selfish gains.

I hear my bedroom door open and turn around, finding Marcus dressed casually with a black garment bag slung over his right shoulder. His eyes take in the sight of me, wrapped only in a plush white towel, before he tosses the bag across the foot of the bed and strolls over.

“Would I sound totally whipped if I admit that I’ve missed you madly?” he questions, drawing me into a warm hug, but I’m in shock with his appearance, so I stand dazed, unmoving. He promised that he would make it back in time for the party, but the pessimist part of me wouldn’t accept his vow. “I feel like I can breathe now that I have you back in my arms.” God, I belong to this man because I feel exactly the same way.

“Me too,” I whisper, pressing my cheek against the hard planes of his thick chest and exhaling a relieved breath.

His palms glide down my arms, wrapping around my wrists and drawing them around his back. Feeling his muscles flex from my caress, I dig my fingers into the thin tee-shirt and embrace him tightly against me. Warmth seeps into me directly from his lovingness. A sob threatens to reveal just how pitiful I am for missing him too much. Like welded castings, we stand here unmoving, holding one another wordlessly, and I thank God for bringing him back to me safely again.

Eventually, he releases me a small degree, dipping his face down to mine and pulling a passionate kiss that scorches more than my lips. A fuse, carrying a flame directly to my heart, smolders like jagged lightning, threatening denotation of my anguish. This kiss from this man makes the struggle worth it, saving me from the dark nothing that I’ve become without him.

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