He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 218

Her cheek was pressed against his chest, her warmth so intense it felt like it was burning right through his shirt. Garry’s mind went totally blank. For a second, he forgot how to breathe.

A few moments passed before he managed to pull himself together. “Teresa, can you hear me?”

She didn’t answer. Instead, she lifted her face, her eyes locking onto his. The night sky was scattered with stars above them, and a streetlight cast a soft glow over one side of Garry’s face, the other lost in shadow.

Teresa stayed silent, moving closer to him, nuzzling against his chest like a lazy cat searching for the perfect spot. No matter how she shifted, it was like she just couldn’t settle down.

That was when Warren came back. He stopped short, taking in the scene in front of him. Garry was holding Teresa close, her face buried against his neck, her hands wandering up and down his chest and back.

Warren’s eyes went wide. He took a couple steps backward, turning his head away, pretending not to notice. “Garry, should I… maybe drive you guys to a hotel nearby?”

Garry didn’t even seem to hear him at first. Teresa had him so flustered he hadn’t noticed Warren coming back. His voice was quiet, strained. “Take us to the hospital.”

Warren’s jaw dropped. “What?”

Was he hearing this right?

If it were up to him, he would have just set up a bed for them right there. But Garry wanted to go to the hospital?

Warren blinked a few times. “Garry, can you repeat that? I think I might have misheard.”

Garry turned to him, his eyes sharp and cold. “The hospital.”

Warren finally got the message. He pulled the car up and drove straight to the hospital.

When it came to Teresa, Garry was always scared he wasn’t enough for her, that he couldn’t give her what she deserved. He looked down at her peaceful face. “Tessie,” he said softly, “let’s go home.”

He didn’t take her back to the hotel. Instead, he brought her to his own place. She was under anesthesia. There was no way he was leaving her alone in a hotel room.

It was sometime in the middle of the night when Garry woke to a rough, hoarse whisper. “Water… water…”

He jumped up from the sofa, grabbed the glass of water he’d set out earlier, and hurried to her side.

He spoke gently, coaxing her like a child. “Tessie, take it slow.”

But as soon as he got close, Teresa reached up, winding her arms around his neck, and her lips brushed the corner of his mouth.