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squeezing his hand, my poor attempt at comforting him. "I know how much she means to you."
"Do you know how much you mean to me?" he asked softly. Bringing my hand up to his mouth, he kissed to inside of my wrist, causing my whole body to shiver in pleasure. "God, your hands are freezing, baby," he groaned. "You should be wearing gloves."
"I forgot," I breathed, burning up from that one small kiss. "And what do I mean to you?"
"You're my first place," he murmured.
"Your first place in what?" I asked as I stared at the side of his face, my heart thundering in my chest.
"In everything," he replied, glancing sideways at me, his eyes burning with honesty.
"So, how you doing, baby?" he asked in a soft, soothing tone. "With your mom and the trial coming up?"
"I'm okay, Kyle," I told him. "The trial was always inevitable. At least this way we have a little more time, right?" He nodded stiffly and I rambled on quickly, steering our conversation away from dark waters. "I'm happy about Tracy," I confessed.
My thoughts drifted to my mother and the text she'd sent me this morning. *Thinking about you. Xxx *
I still didn't know what to say or think. I texted her back and said, *I'm happy you're here.* It was the truth. I was glad she was back in my life, I just didn't know how to approach the situation – or how to claw back twenty years of a broken relationship – but the more I thought about having my mother involved in my life, the more…excited I became.
I knew that sounded incredibly hypocritical considering how vehemently I'd rebuked her attempts of reconciling in the past, but I had a totally different perspective on things since her confession. I felt a huge amount of guilt for the way I had treated her these past few months, and an even bigger amount for being the reason she had stayed with my father in the first place.
However, the niggling feeling of bitterness was still there, much smaller than before, but still clinging onto some part of my mind that refused to let go of the past. I hoped it would fade with time. Hope's smiling face was enough of a motive to at least try and bury the hatchet with my mother. I wanted to move on. I would do it for my daughter. I didn't want the pain and sorrow of my life to seep into hers. I refused to allow it to float into my daughter's future.
At least she was safely tucked up in Kyle's house in Thirteenth Street. Rather her than me , I thought to myself with a shudder. Chewing on my bottom lip, I sighed deeply. "She deserves a second chance."
We drove in silence after that, with our joined hands covering the gearshift, and I presumed we were going home, but when Kyle drove past the gated entrance of our house, I realized he had other ideas. I didn't bother asking where he was taking me, I knew Hope was safe at home with Derek, and I was safe here with him.
The radio was turned on and the soft, haunting voice of Gabrielle Aplin was crooning through the speakers as Kyle maneuvered the car around each hilly corner with care. It was snowing lightly, but the warmth inside the car was lulling my body into a state of lazy contentment. "I like this song," I murmured as I closed my eyes and allowed the words of the song to cloak around me like a blanket of warmth… " Love is the light scaring darkness away…I'm so in love with you….when the chips are down I'll be around…with my undying death-defying love for you… " "The words are so beautiful," I mused. "The perfect love song."
" The Power of Love ," Kyle snorted, breaking my trance. Tracing my knuckles with his thumb, he chuckled softly to himself as he geared down and crawled around a jaggedly sharp bend. "Really, baby?"
"Yeah, the power of love, tough guy," I quipped, opening one eye to peek up at his face. God, he never failed to take my breath away. His face was so freaking beautiful it hurt to look at him. "It reminds me of you," I added softly. "What about you? What song reminds you of me?"
"Well, considering you're
"Do you know how much you mean to me?" he asked softly. Bringing my hand up to his mouth, he kissed to inside of my wrist, causing my whole body to shiver in pleasure. "God, your hands are freezing, baby," he groaned. "You should be wearing gloves."
"I forgot," I breathed, burning up from that one small kiss. "And what do I mean to you?"
"You're my first place," he murmured.
"Your first place in what?" I asked as I stared at the side of his face, my heart thundering in my chest.
"In everything," he replied, glancing sideways at me, his eyes burning with honesty.
"So, how you doing, baby?" he asked in a soft, soothing tone. "With your mom and the trial coming up?"
"I'm okay, Kyle," I told him. "The trial was always inevitable. At least this way we have a little more time, right?" He nodded stiffly and I rambled on quickly, steering our conversation away from dark waters. "I'm happy about Tracy," I confessed.
My thoughts drifted to my mother and the text she'd sent me this morning. *Thinking about you. Xxx *
I still didn't know what to say or think. I texted her back and said, *I'm happy you're here.* It was the truth. I was glad she was back in my life, I just didn't know how to approach the situation – or how to claw back twenty years of a broken relationship – but the more I thought about having my mother involved in my life, the more…excited I became.
I knew that sounded incredibly hypocritical considering how vehemently I'd rebuked her attempts of reconciling in the past, but I had a totally different perspective on things since her confession. I felt a huge amount of guilt for the way I had treated her these past few months, and an even bigger amount for being the reason she had stayed with my father in the first place.
However, the niggling feeling of bitterness was still there, much smaller than before, but still clinging onto some part of my mind that refused to let go of the past. I hoped it would fade with time. Hope's smiling face was enough of a motive to at least try and bury the hatchet with my mother. I wanted to move on. I would do it for my daughter. I didn't want the pain and sorrow of my life to seep into hers. I refused to allow it to float into my daughter's future.
At least she was safely tucked up in Kyle's house in Thirteenth Street. Rather her than me , I thought to myself with a shudder. Chewing on my bottom lip, I sighed deeply. "She deserves a second chance."
We drove in silence after that, with our joined hands covering the gearshift, and I presumed we were going home, but when Kyle drove past the gated entrance of our house, I realized he had other ideas. I didn't bother asking where he was taking me, I knew Hope was safe at home with Derek, and I was safe here with him.
The radio was turned on and the soft, haunting voice of Gabrielle Aplin was crooning through the speakers as Kyle maneuvered the car around each hilly corner with care. It was snowing lightly, but the warmth inside the car was lulling my body into a state of lazy contentment. "I like this song," I murmured as I closed my eyes and allowed the words of the song to cloak around me like a blanket of warmth… " Love is the light scaring darkness away…I'm so in love with you….when the chips are down I'll be around…with my undying death-defying love for you… " "The words are so beautiful," I mused. "The perfect love song."
" The Power of Love ," Kyle snorted, breaking my trance. Tracing my knuckles with his thumb, he chuckled softly to himself as he geared down and crawled around a jaggedly sharp bend. "Really, baby?"
"Yeah, the power of love, tough guy," I quipped, opening one eye to peek up at his face. God, he never failed to take my breath away. His face was so freaking beautiful it hurt to look at him. "It reminds me of you," I added softly. "What about you? What song reminds you of me?"
"Well, considering you're
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