Breathe In Union
by Laura Spudzmom
Chapter 22
Bella looked into her mate's face as he carried her to his truck and laid her head against his shoulder with a quiet sigh. She knew trying to speak to him at the moment wouldn't go well, so she remained silent.
When they got there, Jacob had already helped Billy into the truck and was loading his folded chair into the back. When he'd done that, he turned to Paul. "I'm gonna run back, but thanks for taking my dad home."
Paul set Bella on the seat and grunted a response until Bella glared at him. He glared back but turned to the kid. "Yeah, sure man. No problem," he muttered and Jake nodded and jogged into the trees. When he was gone, Paul turned back to Bella with his hand held out. "Keys," he snapped and she dug them from her pocket with a sigh.
"Here ya go," she said as she dangled them out to him and he hopped in and snatched them from her hand.
She scowled. "Ya know…" she began but he cut her off.
"Not now Isabella," he seethed. "Just…not…now," he reiterated as his glowing amber gaze met and held hers for a moment.
"Okay," she muttered and he turned away and started the truck.
The tension was thick for the entire drive back to the reservation, so much so that Billy didn't even utter a word until Jacob had helped him out of the truck and into his chair after they'd arrived. "Paul, Bella, thank you and we'll see you later."
Bella gave him a wan smile and a wave. "See ya Billy, see ya Jake."
"See ya Bella," Jake muttered as he closed the truck door and Paul wasted no time getting back onto the road.
"Okay, we're alone now. You wanna talk about it?" she asked as she crossed her arms over her chest. "I mean, I know why you're upset, but I had a good reason…"
He barely spared her a glance, the muscles of his jaw flexing before he spoke. "Yeah, and I had a good reason for asking you to stay at home but it didn't seem to matter!" he ground out while trying to rein in his fury.
She frowned and nodded while trying to figure out how to broach the subject. Before she could, he spoke again.
"Look," he snapped. "I'm not gonna get into this with you right now Bella," he said as his hand trembled lightly before clenching into a fist on top of the armrest. "I'm barely—I can't—when I think about the risk you just took…"
She jumped as he slammed his hand against the top of the wheel while his whole body began trembling.
"Baby," she murmured in concern while sliding closer to him.
"Don't!" he snapped while holding her at a distance with his free hand. He glanced at her and her breath caught at the haunted look in his eyes. "I don't ever want to hurt you B…and I feel like I could right now." His fist clenched again and his jaw tensed before he clarified. "Not on purpose B…" He glanced at her. "Never on purpose, but the wolf—he wants out and I'm barely controlling it right now. Please…please stay over there," he said while pulling into their driveway.
She slid back toward the passenger side and stayed there for a moment, just looking at him. He was tense and trembling, that haunted look still in his eyes and although she didn't know for sure what put it there, she could make a good guess; he was afraid of becoming anything like his father and just the thought that he could doubt himself in such a way angered her.
"You would never hurt me Paul—he would never hurt me either," she stated calmly. His response was a bitter laugh as he pinned her with that searing amber gaze.
"Really? Because after what you've done, all I can think of is punishing you for going against what we agreed on—the wolf is all but fucking demanding it and that scares the hell outta me." He slid over and nipped at her neck as a low growl rumbled from his chest, his amber eyes glowing. "You're my mate and you disobeyed," his roughened voice breathed out next to her ear. "He wants you punished."
Chills of arousal raced over her skin and she met his eyes with a raised chin, her eyes flashing in challenge. "I trust you—both of you" she stated with certainty before opening the door and hopping down.
She marched into the house and didn't bother closing any doors as she knew he was close behind. When she reached their room, she sat on the bed and waited as he stalked in and closed the door. He paced and growled for a few moments before turning to her. "Why did you break your word and come to the clearing?"
She held his furious gaze calmly. "I had my reasons," was all she said. She'd disclose all later but she knew now wasn't the time. He and his wolf were too angry at the perceived defiance. She knew, instinctively, he wouldn't be receptive until his wolf was satisfied with having asserted himself. She would give him that because it's what he needed. It was part of being an Alpha wolf's mate and she accepted it. She wasn't sure how she knew this, how she understood it, but she did. She didn't see it as a weakness either, but rather a strength.
He snarled and paced some more as he threw occasional glances at her. She could see that he was fighting his wolf and she frowned. She knew his hesitation was because he didn't trust himself or his wolf and that had to stop. It was vital, she knew, that he embrace his wolf fully and not only that but trust himself in either form and this hesitation—this doubt—was a weakness their enemies would exploit if given the chance. Knowing what had to happen, she took a deep breath and prepared to help him along.
Before she could make a move however, he spun toward her. "That's it?" he seethed. "That's all you have to say about it?!"
'Well, this makes things easier,' she thought as she shot to her feet and got in his face. "Yes," she hissed, her eyes narrowed as she stared him down while mentally bracing for the words she was about to say. "We may be together, but you don't own me," she asserted while poking him in the chest.
That did it and before she could blink, she was pinned to the bed as he growled lowly, his extended canines poised just over her mark. "That's where you're wrong B," he growled out as goosebumps raced over her skin at his show of dominance.
Still, it wasn't enough, he was still holding back so she pushed against his chest while looking into those flashing eyes, her challenge clear as she spoke. "I don't think I am and I'll do what I want, when I want."
His nostrils flared and without another word, he lifted her, sat down, placed her face down over his lap and began swatting her ass. After a few swats, he began speaking. "Guess what baby girl? You are mine and I'm gonna make sure you stay safe whether you like it or not!" She gasped at a particularly sharp swat as her mind caught up with what was happening.
When it did, she squirmed and clenched her thighs together, thoroughly shocked by her body's reaction. She was becoming aroused and she bit her lip to stifle a moan. 'Fuck,' she thought. 'Who knew I was such a kinky bitch?' Just such a thought had a giggle bubbling up before she could stop it despite the fact that he was still smacking away at her ass and her shoulders shook with it even though she'd stifled the sound.
He froze at the movement. "Bella?" he murmured before yanking her to his chest where he tucked her head under his chin. "Oh god baby, did I hurt you? I'm sorry…I'm sorry…I didn't mean to…"
Her shoulders continued to shake, but for entirely different reasons than he feared and she fought to control herself before answering him. "Bella, please say something," he pleaded while tilting her chin up with gentle fingers. When she met his worried gaze, eyes filled with amusement as she finally giggled aloud, his eyes widened. "You're…laughing?" he asked incredulously as his brows inched up.
She snorted and that caused her to laugh in earnest as she leaned against him. "I'm sorry," she choked out through her amusement.
He scowled but continued to hold her. "I'm glad this amuses you," he grumbled. "Fuck… I was so scared I'd hurt you and here you are laughing…"
She pushed him back onto the bed and straddled him with a grin. "I'm sorry baby," she coo'ed as he glared. "It's just…well, you weren't hitting very hard to begin with—well, except for that one swat…that one stung a bit…" she rambled and his lip curled in a silent snarl. "Anyway," she continued as he scowled. "…as you…spanked me…" she said, her tone turning seductive as she leaned down to place open-mouthed kisses just below his ear, "…I came to realize I enjoyed what you were doing," she whispered. "It was…hot…" she sucked lightly at his ear lobe, "…and made me realize that I might be just a bit…kinky," she finished while grinding against the growing bulge in his shorts. She raised her head to meet his narrowed gaze.
"And this was funny…how?" he questioned skeptically while his hands grasped her hips. He gave her a little thrust and she stifled a moan while biting her lip. "Because I never knew…" she whispered as she leaned back down and kissed the corner of his lips. "…never suspected such a thing would make me…" She trailed off with a moan as he buried both hands in her hair and pulled her into a punishing kiss while thrusting his hard cock against her wet center.
In one quick move, he had her pinned beneath him while his hands grasped her shirt. With one sharp tug, he tore the garment from her body and she moaned as he leaned down to nuzzle the valley between her breasts. "God, your scent…it makes me fuckin' crazy…" he muttered while deftly flicking the clasp of her bra open.
She sucked in a breath as his mouth closed over one taut peak and she buried her hands in his raven hair while arching into him. "Oh god Paul…" she muttered as the heel of his hand firmly rubbed her aching center. "More please…" she begged and he released her breast with a low growl.
Working quickly, he removed her pants and panties and she stared down at him as his hands glided up her legs, parting them gently as he went. When they fell open completely, he breathed deeply as those amber eyes met hers. "Mine," he growled before leaning down to place open-mouthed kisses up the inside of her thigh.
She squirmed and bucked her hips and he stilled her with his hands just as he reached her aching center. "Paul," she panted. "Please…"
With a smirk, he parted her folds and sucked in her aching clit while sliding two long fingers into her slick passage. She arched and rocked against his face while he worked her mercilessly, his fingers plunging and curling to massage her g-spot while his tongue flicked over her sensitive bud.
Raising his head, he met her desperate gaze as his fingers continued to fuck her. "Who do you belong to?" he demanded and she tossed her head and growled, refusing to give in as her walls began to tighten and flutter with the beginnings of an orgasm.
He withdrew his fingers and she cried out at the loss. "Damn it, no, don't stop!" she groaned before scowling down at him. "I was so close…" He smirked and leaned down to circle her clit with the tip of his tongue, that heated amber gaze still locked with hers. She whimpered. She needed more and she was damn sure he knew it too. "Stop teasing!" she hissed.
He raised his head, one inky brow cocked and that infuriating smirk firmly in place as his fingers slid back into her, slowly, giving her what she wanted, and yet not; keeping her just on the edge, but never delivering enough to reach her peak. "Who do you belong to sweetheart?" he purred lowly and her head thrashed back and forth as she buried her hands in her hair in frustration. "Me…I belong to myself!" she ground out, determined to hold out; to not give in so easily…
She almost smirked as he growled, those amber eyes flashing with his mounting temper. "Wrong answer my mate…" his deepened voice growled as he flipped her over. Almost before she could register the movement, he drew her hips up and mounted her from behind, the feel of his cock filling and stretching her taking her breath away.
"Yessss," she hissed as he fucked her with firm, deep strokes, his pace not slow, but neither fast enough to fulfill. After some moments of this, she glared over her shoulder. "Faster…" she demanded. He merely grinned wickedly and kept his pace the same as the sweet tension slowly built within her.
She arched and slammed herself back into his next thrust, hissing out in shocked surprise when she felt the sting of a sharp swat on her ass. "Behave," he reprimanded sharply as she clenched around his relentlessly plunging cock. God, this was sweet torture and the bastard knew it! While she loved it, it pissed her off in equal measure for some reason and she resolved to do something about it.
Reaching down with one hand, she felt where they were joined. Gathering some of the slickness there, she'd just begun to circle her swollen clit when he hissed and pulled her up against his chest. Grabbing both of her hands in one of his, he held her there as he nipped the mark on her neck. "You will finish only when I let you," he ground out next to her ear, his every word punctuated by a firm thrust.
Her breath caught and she rolled her head back onto his shoulder with a moan. "Paul…please…" she begged, the ache in her center bordering on painful the longer he denied her.
"We've been over this!" he said while increasing the power behind his strokes, the angle he fucked her at now hitting that torturous spot with each solid snap of his hips. "Who do you belong to?" he demanded.
She now cried out each time he slammed into her, her body teetering on the edge that she just couldn't seem to fall over… She needed…something… A little more speed…a flick against her clit…something!
She tried working a hand loose and he nipped her mark sharply, drawing a whimper of longing from her. "No," he growled. "You'll come from my cock alone, and only when I say…now, tell me! Who do you belong to?"
Turning her head, she nipped and sucked at his lips as he plunged into her relentlessly, his free hand deliciously squeezing her breast while his fingertips rolled and plucked at her sensitive nipple. "You…" she finally relented against his glistening lips as their hot breath mingled between kisses. "I belong to you," she moaned as her hand snaked up to tangle in his hair. "Always have and always will…"
Upon hearing those words, he splayed one hand over her belly while increasing his pace and she groaned at the feel of him—his luscious lips against hers…his firmly muscled body wrapped around hers and most of all, his slick, hard cock mastering her from inside…
It was all so much…too much, and she screamed his name as she felt her consciousness narrow before spiraling out in a tremendous burst of ecstasy. Her body clamped down in wave after wave of pleasure while he seized and filled her with a grunt, his descended canines sinking into her mark as his cock pulsed powerfully inside her.
He loosed his bite and held her for moments, placing feather light kisses along her neck and shoulder as she slowly came back to herself. When she had, she raised her head and looked at him while caressing his cheek with one hand. "Are you and your wolf ready to talk now?" she asked with a tiny smile.
He laid her on the bed gently and stretched out next to her while tracing her face with his fingertips. "Yeah," he murmured.
"Tell me... What happened."
Bella looked into her mate's face as he carried her to his truck and laid her head against his shoulder with a quiet sigh. She knew trying to speak to him at the moment wouldn't go well, so she remained silent.
When they got there, Jacob had already helped Billy into the truck and was loading his folded chair into the back. When he'd done that, he turned to Paul. "I'm gonna run back, but thanks for taking my dad home."
Paul set Bella on the seat and grunted a response until Bella glared at him. He glared back but turned to the kid. "Yeah, sure man. No problem," he muttered and Jake nodded and jogged into the trees. When he was gone, Paul turned back to Bella with his hand held out. "Keys," he snapped and she dug them from her pocket with a sigh.
"Here ya go," she said as she dangled them out to him and he hopped in and snatched them from her hand.
She scowled. "Ya know…" she began but he cut her off.
"Not now Isabella," he seethed. "Just…not…now," he reiterated as his glowing amber gaze met and held hers for a moment.
"Okay," she muttered and he turned away and started the truck.
The tension was thick for the entire drive back to the reservation, so much so that Billy didn't even utter a word until Jacob had helped him out of the truck and into his chair after they'd arrived. "Paul, Bella, thank you and we'll see you later."
Bella gave him a wan smile and a wave. "See ya Billy, see ya Jake."
"See ya Bella," Jake muttered as he closed the truck door and Paul wasted no time getting back onto the road.
"Okay, we're alone now. You wanna talk about it?" she asked as she crossed her arms over her chest. "I mean, I know why you're upset, but I had a good reason…"
He barely spared her a glance, the muscles of his jaw flexing before he spoke. "Yeah, and I had a good reason for asking you to stay at home but it didn't seem to matter!" he ground out while trying to rein in his fury.
She frowned and nodded while trying to figure out how to broach the subject. Before she could, he spoke again.
"Look," he snapped. "I'm not gonna get into this with you right now Bella," he said as his hand trembled lightly before clenching into a fist on top of the armrest. "I'm barely—I can't—when I think about the risk you just took…"
She jumped as he slammed his hand against the top of the wheel while his whole body began trembling.
"Baby," she murmured in concern while sliding closer to him.
"Don't!" he snapped while holding her at a distance with his free hand. He glanced at her and her breath caught at the haunted look in his eyes. "I don't ever want to hurt you B…and I feel like I could right now." His fist clenched again and his jaw tensed before he clarified. "Not on purpose B…" He glanced at her. "Never on purpose, but the wolf—he wants out and I'm barely controlling it right now. Please…please stay over there," he said while pulling into their driveway.
She slid back toward the passenger side and stayed there for a moment, just looking at him. He was tense and trembling, that haunted look still in his eyes and although she didn't know for sure what put it there, she could make a good guess; he was afraid of becoming anything like his father and just the thought that he could doubt himself in such a way angered her.
"You would never hurt me Paul—he would never hurt me either," she stated calmly. His response was a bitter laugh as he pinned her with that searing amber gaze.
"Really? Because after what you've done, all I can think of is punishing you for going against what we agreed on—the wolf is all but fucking demanding it and that scares the hell outta me." He slid over and nipped at her neck as a low growl rumbled from his chest, his amber eyes glowing. "You're my mate and you disobeyed," his roughened voice breathed out next to her ear. "He wants you punished."
Chills of arousal raced over her skin and she met his eyes with a raised chin, her eyes flashing in challenge. "I trust you—both of you" she stated with certainty before opening the door and hopping down.
She marched into the house and didn't bother closing any doors as she knew he was close behind. When she reached their room, she sat on the bed and waited as he stalked in and closed the door. He paced and growled for a few moments before turning to her. "Why did you break your word and come to the clearing?"
She held his furious gaze calmly. "I had my reasons," was all she said. She'd disclose all later but she knew now wasn't the time. He and his wolf were too angry at the perceived defiance. She knew, instinctively, he wouldn't be receptive until his wolf was satisfied with having asserted himself. She would give him that because it's what he needed. It was part of being an Alpha wolf's mate and she accepted it. She wasn't sure how she knew this, how she understood it, but she did. She didn't see it as a weakness either, but rather a strength.
He snarled and paced some more as he threw occasional glances at her. She could see that he was fighting his wolf and she frowned. She knew his hesitation was because he didn't trust himself or his wolf and that had to stop. It was vital, she knew, that he embrace his wolf fully and not only that but trust himself in either form and this hesitation—this doubt—was a weakness their enemies would exploit if given the chance. Knowing what had to happen, she took a deep breath and prepared to help him along.
Before she could make a move however, he spun toward her. "That's it?" he seethed. "That's all you have to say about it?!"
'Well, this makes things easier,' she thought as she shot to her feet and got in his face. "Yes," she hissed, her eyes narrowed as she stared him down while mentally bracing for the words she was about to say. "We may be together, but you don't own me," she asserted while poking him in the chest.
That did it and before she could blink, she was pinned to the bed as he growled lowly, his extended canines poised just over her mark. "That's where you're wrong B," he growled out as goosebumps raced over her skin at his show of dominance.
Still, it wasn't enough, he was still holding back so she pushed against his chest while looking into those flashing eyes, her challenge clear as she spoke. "I don't think I am and I'll do what I want, when I want."
His nostrils flared and without another word, he lifted her, sat down, placed her face down over his lap and began swatting her ass. After a few swats, he began speaking. "Guess what baby girl? You are mine and I'm gonna make sure you stay safe whether you like it or not!" She gasped at a particularly sharp swat as her mind caught up with what was happening.
When it did, she squirmed and clenched her thighs together, thoroughly shocked by her body's reaction. She was becoming aroused and she bit her lip to stifle a moan. 'Fuck,' she thought. 'Who knew I was such a kinky bitch?' Just such a thought had a giggle bubbling up before she could stop it despite the fact that he was still smacking away at her ass and her shoulders shook with it even though she'd stifled the sound.
He froze at the movement. "Bella?" he murmured before yanking her to his chest where he tucked her head under his chin. "Oh god baby, did I hurt you? I'm sorry…I'm sorry…I didn't mean to…"
Her shoulders continued to shake, but for entirely different reasons than he feared and she fought to control herself before answering him. "Bella, please say something," he pleaded while tilting her chin up with gentle fingers. When she met his worried gaze, eyes filled with amusement as she finally giggled aloud, his eyes widened. "You're…laughing?" he asked incredulously as his brows inched up.
She snorted and that caused her to laugh in earnest as she leaned against him. "I'm sorry," she choked out through her amusement.
He scowled but continued to hold her. "I'm glad this amuses you," he grumbled. "Fuck… I was so scared I'd hurt you and here you are laughing…"
She pushed him back onto the bed and straddled him with a grin. "I'm sorry baby," she coo'ed as he glared. "It's just…well, you weren't hitting very hard to begin with—well, except for that one swat…that one stung a bit…" she rambled and his lip curled in a silent snarl. "Anyway," she continued as he scowled. "…as you…spanked me…" she said, her tone turning seductive as she leaned down to place open-mouthed kisses just below his ear, "…I came to realize I enjoyed what you were doing," she whispered. "It was…hot…" she sucked lightly at his ear lobe, "…and made me realize that I might be just a bit…kinky," she finished while grinding against the growing bulge in his shorts. She raised her head to meet his narrowed gaze.
"And this was funny…how?" he questioned skeptically while his hands grasped her hips. He gave her a little thrust and she stifled a moan while biting her lip. "Because I never knew…" she whispered as she leaned back down and kissed the corner of his lips. "…never suspected such a thing would make me…" She trailed off with a moan as he buried both hands in her hair and pulled her into a punishing kiss while thrusting his hard cock against her wet center.
In one quick move, he had her pinned beneath him while his hands grasped her shirt. With one sharp tug, he tore the garment from her body and she moaned as he leaned down to nuzzle the valley between her breasts. "God, your scent…it makes me fuckin' crazy…" he muttered while deftly flicking the clasp of her bra open.
She sucked in a breath as his mouth closed over one taut peak and she buried her hands in his raven hair while arching into him. "Oh god Paul…" she muttered as the heel of his hand firmly rubbed her aching center. "More please…" she begged and he released her breast with a low growl.
Working quickly, he removed her pants and panties and she stared down at him as his hands glided up her legs, parting them gently as he went. When they fell open completely, he breathed deeply as those amber eyes met hers. "Mine," he growled before leaning down to place open-mouthed kisses up the inside of her thigh.
She squirmed and bucked her hips and he stilled her with his hands just as he reached her aching center. "Paul," she panted. "Please…"
With a smirk, he parted her folds and sucked in her aching clit while sliding two long fingers into her slick passage. She arched and rocked against his face while he worked her mercilessly, his fingers plunging and curling to massage her g-spot while his tongue flicked over her sensitive bud.
Raising his head, he met her desperate gaze as his fingers continued to fuck her. "Who do you belong to?" he demanded and she tossed her head and growled, refusing to give in as her walls began to tighten and flutter with the beginnings of an orgasm.
He withdrew his fingers and she cried out at the loss. "Damn it, no, don't stop!" she groaned before scowling down at him. "I was so close…" He smirked and leaned down to circle her clit with the tip of his tongue, that heated amber gaze still locked with hers. She whimpered. She needed more and she was damn sure he knew it too. "Stop teasing!" she hissed.
He raised his head, one inky brow cocked and that infuriating smirk firmly in place as his fingers slid back into her, slowly, giving her what she wanted, and yet not; keeping her just on the edge, but never delivering enough to reach her peak. "Who do you belong to sweetheart?" he purred lowly and her head thrashed back and forth as she buried her hands in her hair in frustration. "Me…I belong to myself!" she ground out, determined to hold out; to not give in so easily…
She almost smirked as he growled, those amber eyes flashing with his mounting temper. "Wrong answer my mate…" his deepened voice growled as he flipped her over. Almost before she could register the movement, he drew her hips up and mounted her from behind, the feel of his cock filling and stretching her taking her breath away.
"Yessss," she hissed as he fucked her with firm, deep strokes, his pace not slow, but neither fast enough to fulfill. After some moments of this, she glared over her shoulder. "Faster…" she demanded. He merely grinned wickedly and kept his pace the same as the sweet tension slowly built within her.
She arched and slammed herself back into his next thrust, hissing out in shocked surprise when she felt the sting of a sharp swat on her ass. "Behave," he reprimanded sharply as she clenched around his relentlessly plunging cock. God, this was sweet torture and the bastard knew it! While she loved it, it pissed her off in equal measure for some reason and she resolved to do something about it.
Reaching down with one hand, she felt where they were joined. Gathering some of the slickness there, she'd just begun to circle her swollen clit when he hissed and pulled her up against his chest. Grabbing both of her hands in one of his, he held her there as he nipped the mark on her neck. "You will finish only when I let you," he ground out next to her ear, his every word punctuated by a firm thrust.
Her breath caught and she rolled her head back onto his shoulder with a moan. "Paul…please…" she begged, the ache in her center bordering on painful the longer he denied her.
"We've been over this!" he said while increasing the power behind his strokes, the angle he fucked her at now hitting that torturous spot with each solid snap of his hips. "Who do you belong to?" he demanded.
She now cried out each time he slammed into her, her body teetering on the edge that she just couldn't seem to fall over… She needed…something… A little more speed…a flick against her clit…something!
She tried working a hand loose and he nipped her mark sharply, drawing a whimper of longing from her. "No," he growled. "You'll come from my cock alone, and only when I say…now, tell me! Who do you belong to?"
Turning her head, she nipped and sucked at his lips as he plunged into her relentlessly, his free hand deliciously squeezing her breast while his fingertips rolled and plucked at her sensitive nipple. "You…" she finally relented against his glistening lips as their hot breath mingled between kisses. "I belong to you," she moaned as her hand snaked up to tangle in his hair. "Always have and always will…"
Upon hearing those words, he splayed one hand over her belly while increasing his pace and she groaned at the feel of him—his luscious lips against hers…his firmly muscled body wrapped around hers and most of all, his slick, hard cock mastering her from inside…
It was all so much…too much, and she screamed his name as she felt her consciousness narrow before spiraling out in a tremendous burst of ecstasy. Her body clamped down in wave after wave of pleasure while he seized and filled her with a grunt, his descended canines sinking into her mark as his cock pulsed powerfully inside her.
He loosed his bite and held her for moments, placing feather light kisses along her neck and shoulder as she slowly came back to herself. When she had, she raised her head and looked at him while caressing his cheek with one hand. "Are you and your wolf ready to talk now?" she asked with a tiny smile.
He laid her on the bed gently and stretched out next to her while tracing her face with his fingertips. "Yeah," he murmured.
"Tell me... What happened."
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