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the next second they were gone.
“Hey, Saint,” Natasha said, her eyes a little glazed over.
“Are you ready to go home?” he asked.
She closed her eyes and moaned. “Home, I love that. Home. I always thought I’d have a home with you.”
He leaned down, picking her up, and she wrapped her arms right around his neck. “You always do.” He whispered the words so that only she could hear.
“I like you.”
“Are you able to hold onto me on the bike?” he asked.
“Yep!” She gave him a hard squeeze, and then laughed as if it was the funniest thing she’d ever done.
“Come on. I’ll ride slow.”
“I know how good you can be when you’re slow.”
He left everyone alone as he made his way outside. This time he didn’t try to get the helmet on her head. He simply climbed on the bike as she straddled the machine, holding onto his tightly. She pressed her face against his neck, inhaling hard. “God, I miss your smell. You always smelled so good, Saint. Like home, only better.”
His dick thickened, and for a second he closed his eyes, and begged for strength not to bend her over and fuck her.
No, there wasn’t going to be any sex between them while she was drunk. He was going to be the better man. The good man. The man that she had always wanted him to be.
“Do you remember what it was like between us, Saint?”
“I’ve never forgotten.”
“Me neither. I was no good with Simon. He was a total ass, and he had a small dick. Thought I should worship him, but I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t bring myself to be so open with him. It’s all my fault.”
“Him being a prick is not your fault.”
“Leaving Sinners’ Corner was my fault. I left you, and I left our future. In my world, in my head, there has never been anyone as good as you. I never stayed still for you. I never froze, or flinched from your touch. I always do that with him.”
Saint didn’t know what to say, so he said nothing.
“I love being around you, Saint. Even when you’re moody, just like that first day. You make me want to try harder. I always want to make you smile, and to see that you are happy. I ruined that because I ran without looking back. I should have looked back.”
He pulled up outside of his own home, and waited for her to climb off. Saint got off just in time to catch her as she stumbled away.
“Whoops, you’re always catching me. Always making sure I do the right thing.” She held onto his arms, and smiled up at him. “Did you miss me while I was away?”
“More than anything.”
Tears filled her eyes. “I wanted to come home so many times, Saint. I was scared. I was scared of what I’d find, what you’d become. Then I was afraid that you’d move on, and I have no right to think like that. He was a monster, and he was ruining you. Ruining us. He was always getting in the way, and I hated him for it. What I hate more is that I listened to him. This is all my fault.”
“I’d have never let that happen.”
She sniffled. “He told me to leave so many times. Told me that I was a distraction, and you were going to get killed. I didn’t want you to die, Saint. He even tried to pay me to leave once. Your father tried to make me leave, but I was so stubborn to start off with.”
“Nat,” Saint said. He hadn’t known that.
“Your father hated me. He wanted me to go, and I walked away. I never took any money from him though. I just left, and hoped you’d survive. I failed us, Saint. Not you. Not anyone else, I did. I was too damn weak to keep on fighting him, and I left us. Can you ever forgive me?”
The wine was working a little too well, and she suddenly collapsed in his arms. Wine had always made Natasha a heavy sleeper. Picking her up in his arms, Saint carried her inside and all the way up to the spare bedroom. This wasn’t how their life was supposed to be. They should have had a chance, a family, a future.
“I didn’t know what my dad did, but I’m not going to let him get in
“Hey, Saint,” Natasha said, her eyes a little glazed over.
“Are you ready to go home?” he asked.
She closed her eyes and moaned. “Home, I love that. Home. I always thought I’d have a home with you.”
He leaned down, picking her up, and she wrapped her arms right around his neck. “You always do.” He whispered the words so that only she could hear.
“I like you.”
“Are you able to hold onto me on the bike?” he asked.
“Yep!” She gave him a hard squeeze, and then laughed as if it was the funniest thing she’d ever done.
“Come on. I’ll ride slow.”
“I know how good you can be when you’re slow.”
He left everyone alone as he made his way outside. This time he didn’t try to get the helmet on her head. He simply climbed on the bike as she straddled the machine, holding onto his tightly. She pressed her face against his neck, inhaling hard. “God, I miss your smell. You always smelled so good, Saint. Like home, only better.”
His dick thickened, and for a second he closed his eyes, and begged for strength not to bend her over and fuck her.
No, there wasn’t going to be any sex between them while she was drunk. He was going to be the better man. The good man. The man that she had always wanted him to be.
“Do you remember what it was like between us, Saint?”
“I’ve never forgotten.”
“Me neither. I was no good with Simon. He was a total ass, and he had a small dick. Thought I should worship him, but I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t bring myself to be so open with him. It’s all my fault.”
“Him being a prick is not your fault.”
“Leaving Sinners’ Corner was my fault. I left you, and I left our future. In my world, in my head, there has never been anyone as good as you. I never stayed still for you. I never froze, or flinched from your touch. I always do that with him.”
Saint didn’t know what to say, so he said nothing.
“I love being around you, Saint. Even when you’re moody, just like that first day. You make me want to try harder. I always want to make you smile, and to see that you are happy. I ruined that because I ran without looking back. I should have looked back.”
He pulled up outside of his own home, and waited for her to climb off. Saint got off just in time to catch her as she stumbled away.
“Whoops, you’re always catching me. Always making sure I do the right thing.” She held onto his arms, and smiled up at him. “Did you miss me while I was away?”
“More than anything.”
Tears filled her eyes. “I wanted to come home so many times, Saint. I was scared. I was scared of what I’d find, what you’d become. Then I was afraid that you’d move on, and I have no right to think like that. He was a monster, and he was ruining you. Ruining us. He was always getting in the way, and I hated him for it. What I hate more is that I listened to him. This is all my fault.”
“I’d have never let that happen.”
She sniffled. “He told me to leave so many times. Told me that I was a distraction, and you were going to get killed. I didn’t want you to die, Saint. He even tried to pay me to leave once. Your father tried to make me leave, but I was so stubborn to start off with.”
“Nat,” Saint said. He hadn’t known that.
“Your father hated me. He wanted me to go, and I walked away. I never took any money from him though. I just left, and hoped you’d survive. I failed us, Saint. Not you. Not anyone else, I did. I was too damn weak to keep on fighting him, and I left us. Can you ever forgive me?”
The wine was working a little too well, and she suddenly collapsed in his arms. Wine had always made Natasha a heavy sleeper. Picking her up in his arms, Saint carried her inside and all the way up to the spare bedroom. This wasn’t how their life was supposed to be. They should have had a chance, a family, a future.
“I didn’t know what my dad did, but I’m not going to let him get in
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