I was cold. I turned in my bed trying to find a warm spot.
I frowned when a gust of wind passed by.
Small kisses and nips were pressed on my thigh.
I was suddenly warm when a weight settled on my body and I smiled. I felt hot breath on my ears and naughty fingers on my chest.
??Robbie...stop it.??
I felt him smiling on my cheek and nipped my bottom lip.
I was so warm and comfy. I was falling back to sleep when he palmed my back.
??Robbie... I am tired, let me sleep.??
??How do you know it is me???
??There is only one pervert in my life.??
??Mmm. Glad you think that I am a pervert.?? He licked my neck, slithering down to my chest and blew on my already hard nipples.
??Stop it, you big baby. I said no.??
??I will be quick.??
??We both know how slow your quick is. So, stop.??
He smiled and kissed my stomach.
My hands, threaded through his hair. I yanked on until his face was back on my neck and I kissed his lips.
I rubbed them for a bit. ??I love you, Robbie.??
He deepened his kiss. ??I love you the most, Angel. You are the only one I love.??
??Promise me there will never be anyone else. Promise me, it is just me, your Angel.??
??I promise, Love. You are mine as much as I am yours. I love you, my Angel.??
I squeezed him to my chest and rubbed his back. He was so warm, my Robbie.
I opened my eyes, needing to see his steel grey eyes, but...
Of course.
Tears fell without permission.
3.45 am.
I sat up removing the blanket and hoped the coldness of the floor which was seeping to my feet would freeze my heart and take this filthy pain away.
Tristian was sleeping on the other end of the bed curled up like a cat.
Sometimes I felt like he was lonely, and my spacing out was not giving him comfort, I guessed.
I waited until the ??hangover?? completely left my brain, so it could catch up with the reality.
I hated sleeping.
I scratched my head and took a water bottle out of the fridge. Jason did not believe it was Robbie. He was in Vegas, ??swallowed in self-misery??.
Shouldn??t he be happy? His wife was pregnant with his first child. He dreamt of having a real family for so long. He had told me several times. I wanted it to be true. He had it in his hands, why was he in self-misery?
I shook my head.
But Jason was right. If it was Robbie, he would not have let me go without... without ??making him his??. I rubbed my eyes. And Tristian would not be walking. It had been three days and Tristian was very much walking. A bit distant and lonely though, which was at least partially if not fully my fault.
I checked the clock again, four a.m. Why was my time not going faster?
A sudden sound made me jump. It was from the phone; ??his phone.??
I was suddenly so scared to check was the sound was about.
System update notification.
No, not the system, it was the tracker application update.
Shit!
That was trouble. What if there was a prompt to install after downloading the package? Then I would be screwed. My app was piggy backing Robbie??s app to change my whereabouts frequently. If I was to update it his app would shake off my app from its back. Then I would be doomed.
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