Broken Dreams(155)

I saw he had removed the bandages from his hands. They looked sore, though. I ran my fingers over his fingertips. He groaned, and held tighter. For one enjoyable moment, I forgot about how crazy and fucked up my world, our world, had become.

When I rolled over, I looked at all of his wounds and scars…the bandages around his arm and chest, his bruised face, the crooked nose, and the cut on his lip. I stroked his face and began kissing his wounds. He battled valiantly for us. Knowing that I almost lost him made the hair on my body stand up on end. Or maybe that was just his chilled body pressed against mine.

I felt closer to him than I had in a long time. And now that I knew his and Sophie’s story, I felt like my love for him had grown even stronger. He had done some amazing things, and he had some terrible things happen to him. I could never let this man go, ever…even if he was some crazy, fucked up, crossbreed freak.

He opened his eyes, and the sparkle of emerald green took my breath away. I was a sucker for such brilliance.

“Good morning, my black-haired beauty,” Henry said in his sexy, raspy voice as he reached up and stroked my face with the back of his fingers.

“Morning, hot stuff. Your eyes… They’re really green again.” I smiled as he leaned in and kissed me. Oh, how I had missed his lips brushing across mine. I couldn’t believe I had pushed him away for so long. I returned his soft kiss with a more aggressive one. I laid my hands on his muscular chest, rolled him over, and pushed his lips open with my tongue. He hissed, and pulled back, grabbing his lip.

“Oh no! I’m so sorry!” His cut had opened again. “Shit. Am I going to get infected now?”

“Is it bleeding badly?” He ran his tongue over it. I got a closer look at it, but was careful not to touch it.

“No. It looks like maybe it’s just a crack in the dried up scabby area. But I don’t see any blood. Let me get something for you.” I jumped out of bed, and ran into the bathroom. I opened the cabinet and found a tube of lip balm. I ran back in and sat down next to him. I rubbed his lips with it, taking care that I didn’t hurt the already sore part.

“Thanks, love. That helped a lot.” He slowly sat up.

I sat in front of him, checking his wounds. His body was ravaged by Kellan not that long ago. It was beyond difficult to watch it happen. I was thankful Thomas had the wherewithal to shoot the son of a bitch before he killed Henry.

Henry claimed that he was feeling better, but I knew him better than that. Physically, he was trying to play the tough guy role, but I knew that, emotionally, he was an absolute wreck. I was glad that Sophie volunteered to head back to Henry’s apartment to grab the rest of the supplies.

My leaving in the dead of night was simply not a brilliant move by me. I had no idea why I thought it would be a great idea to leave on my own but, at the time, I felt that I had to. Although, in some ways, I was glad I did it because I was able to hold my mother and do my best to comfort her through her last breath.

There was a soft knock on the door. I jumped up out of the bed and opened it. It was Sophie. “Hey,” I said. Henry waved from the bed, holding onto his lip.

“We’re almost ready to leave. Thomas is drawing now.” Then she looked at Henry, seeing him holding his lip with his fingers. “What happened in here?”

I blushed a little. “I kissed him a little more than I probably should have.”

“Alright, then.” She blushed a little herself. “So…we will be waiting downstairs.” Then she waltzed off, still in those high-heeled shoes. I would have broken my neck ages ago.

“Well, we should probably go down and say goodbye to them. And you, my sexy man, need to get another fix.” He tried to smile, but winced. I kissed him on his cool, stubbly cheek. His eyes danced around my face.

“I will be down in a minute,” he said.

“But they’re leaving soon, and you really need to…” I sounded like a whiny child.

“Love, I can’t go down like this.” Confused, I looked at him, but then noticed where he was pointing. He pulled the blankets back and his soldier was standing at full attention. “Still thinking about your kiss,” he smirked. “And much more.”

“Oh, my god, Henry!” I threw his pants at him.

He was still laughing when I walked out of the room.



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“Morning, sunshine.” Claire turned and smiled at me as I jogged down the stairs. I ran over and hugged her. Then I began to cry. “Hey, hey. It’s fine.” She pulled back. “We will be fine. You’ll see.”

“I hope so.”

“Try not to worry too much. Okay?” I nodded. “Is Henry coming down?”