We were together because we were addicted to each other. I was never as intoxicated as I was when we were happy together, and I knew it was the same for him. We were putting ourselves through the wringer for those moments of perfection between us, but they were so tenuous that only our stubbornness, determination and love kept us fighting for them.
Sylvia DayGo home, Gideon. Please." "I am home." He caught me from behind and buried his face in mu soaked hair. "I'm with you.
Sylvia DayI will see to this; you see to your sister. Be quick about it. It wonโt be long before I come for you, and youโd best be ready, Jess, with my ring still gracing your hand. You wonโt stay me then. Iโll drag you to Scotland in irons if I have to.โ He left her in a rush. As always, taking her heart with him.
Sylvia DayI kicked off my shoes and pulled his hand away from the wheel so I could straddle his lap and hold him. His grip on me was excruciatingly tight, but I didn't complain. We were on an insanely busy street, with endless cars rumbling past on one side and a crush of pedestrians on the other, but neither of us cared. He was shaking violently, as if he were sobbing uncontrollably, but he made no sound and shed no tears. The sky cried for him, the rain coming down hard and angry, steaming off the ground.
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