Three Years Later, He Came Back Begging novel Chapter 510

For ten agonizing seconds, Lawrence just lay there, paralyzed, unable to separate the nightmare from reality. It wasn't until the girl in his arms shifted, her soft hair brushing against his jaw and sending a ticklish warmth across his skin, that the panic began to recede. He let out a long, shaky exhale. Carefully, he adjusted Bonnie's weight so she was resting comfortably, then gently tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. In the quiet darkness of the room, he just stared at her face. His rational thoughts slowly pieced themselves back together. The argument from the night before, the consuming passion that followed—it all rushed back, a stark reminder that the terror he just experienced was only a dream. Thank God. It was just a dream. The lingering dread clung to him. The adrenaline crash left his fingers trembling slightly. He stroked Bonnie's cheek, leaning in to press a series of desperate, feather-light kisses against her lips. Only then did the tightness in his chest finally ease. He captured her hand, pressing it flat against his palm, and closed his eyes to replay the nightmare. In the dream, they hadn't met in high school. They met in college when she accidentally scratched his car. He had taken her street racing in the mountains, and that was how they connected. There was still a one-month pursuit, and she still rejected him initially. He waited outside all night, and eventually, he won her over. The beginning felt identical. It was the ending that terrified him. In the dream, after a fiercely passionate romance, they broke up. The memories were fragmented, but one scene was seared into his brain: Bonnie crying, begging him not to leave her. Just thinking about it now sent a suffocating wave of despair crashing over him. The image of her weeping so tragically, the absolute devastation in her eyes—it felt like a knife twisting brutally into his heart. He had been so trapped in the dream that he actually felt his dream-self's agony. His eyes burned, rimmed with red. He pressed her hand firmly against his chest, right over his violently racing heart. It was beating so fast it physically hurt. He had no idea what could have possibly driven his dream-self to leave her. Why would he ever subject the woman he worshipped to that kind of pain? He could still feel the crushing, agonizing conflict of the man in the nightmare. He remembered screaming in the dream. Screaming at himself not to walk away, not to abandon her. He had yelled until his throat bled, but it was like he was trapped behind soundproof glass. No one in the dream could hear him. He was forced to watch himself break her heart, the scene shattering into a million jagged pieces until he knew with absolute certainty that it was over. The nightmare had been visceral. Horrifying. He felt a surge of pure hatred toward his dream-self. He couldn't fathom a single scenario on earth that would make him choose to let her go. He couldn't make sense of it, and the dream offered no answers. All he knew was that right now, in the real world, Bonnie was lying safely in his arms. Sleeping peacefully. He could hold her. He could kiss her. His chest flooded with a devastating, overwhelming tenderness. He pulled her flush against him, burying his face in her hair. Feeling her warmth, her steady heartbeat, the lingering shadows of the nightmare finally began to dissolve. It was just a punishment. Because he had been so aggressive last night, because he had pushed her so hard during their argument and then dominated her in bed, his subconscious was punishing him. There was no universe where he would ever leave her. She was the best thing that had ever happened to him. The only way they would ever break up was if she walked away from him. And Lawrence would never, ever let that happen. If she tried to leave, he would tear the world apart to get her back. Exhausted by the emotional whiplash, Lawrence let his heavy eyelids fall. Just before sleep pulled him under, he made a silent vow. No more fighting. Anything that even remotely threatened their relationship would be ruthlessly eradicated. . When they finally woke, it was already noon. Bonnie forced her heavy eyelids open, immediately met with Lawrence's strikingly handsome face. He had been awake for a while. The second she opened her eyes, he leaned down and captured her lips. Still half-asleep, she melted into the kiss, oblivious to the fact that his hands were already tracing possessive paths down her sides. But this time, his touch was agonizingly slow. Worshipping. Bonnie bit her lip, completely at his mercy, as he whispered "Candie" against her skin over and over again. He kept asking if she felt good. She swatted his chest weakly, realizing her anger from last night had completely evaporated. Wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders, she whispered a soft curse against his mouth.