He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 219

Garry completely froze. For a moment, his mind just went blank.

When he finally snapped back, Teresa was kissing him even more deeply, her fingers slipping under his shirt and tracing up his stomach.

The glass in Garry’s hand slipped and crashed onto the floor. The sound jolted him back to reality. He caught her hand, stopping her from going any further.

The doctor had warned him the effects of the drug would linger, but Garry never expected it to last this long. The anesthesia had already worn off, but the drug was still working its way through her system.

He looked at her, trying to tamp down the wild heat surging inside him. “Tessie, snap out of it.”

Maybe it was the frustration or just how uncomfortable she felt, but Teresa’s eyes were glassy and red, ready to spill over.

Her gaze was like a ripple in a clear lake, so alluring it was almost dangerous. She shot him a little glare, then wrapped her arms around his neck again, refusing to let go.

And this time, she didn’t hold back at all.

She swung one smooth, pale leg over his, straddling him, her head tipped back, hair falling down her shoulders like silk.

Garry’s breath caught in his throat.

He’d always prided himself on his self-control. In twenty-nine years, he’d never let any woman get close. Never let himself want like this.

But with Teresa pressed against him, his mind was in chaos. This was all new territory. He had no idea what to do.

The worst part was the girl in his arms wasn’t just anyone. She was the one he’d dreamed about countless times, the one he’d promised himself he would protect with his life.

He swallowed hard, his self-control crumbling by the second.

He realized, in front of the woman he loved, all that self-discipline meant nothing.

Then, all at once, Garry’s restraint snapped. He pinned Teresa down on the bed, acting on pure instinct.

His breathing was ragged, sweat trailing down his sharp jawline. His eyes were bloodshot, every last bit of reason fading away.

He kissed her hard, following instincts he didn’t even know he had...

Slowly, his fingertips skimmed over her burning skin. She whimpered, voice barely a whisper, “Cold…”

She started flailing as soon as she hit the water, but Garry held her steady, keeping her safe and making sure she didn’t swallow any.

He stayed with her, fighting through the long hours of the night, until the drug finally wore off.

Teresa was completely spent. She fell asleep right there in the tub.

Garry gently carried her back to bed and called Nancy, the housekeeper who usually looked after the place.

Nancy arrived not long after. “Garry, do you want me to help this young lady get changed?”

Garry just nodded from the doorway, not stepping inside.

Nancy took the clothes from him and went into the bedroom. Garry turned away, heading for the living room.

He walked straight to the bar, grabbed a bottle of whiskey, and poured himself a glass.

He took it out to the balcony, swallowing back everything he felt as the night stretched on around him.