Heaven pulled her tank top to her waist while staring at the door. Dylan would burst through it soon any second. His anxiety thumped harder the closer he came to their room. Layne finally went home. In his wake, he’d left a six-foot ball of negativity for her to decompress.
Would this day ever end?
She stepped closer to the bed, counting the seconds until those dark eyes fell on her.
And they did.
Raw with emotion, he rushed over to her, wrapping her in an embrace.
“I’m sorry. You felt every bit of that, didn’t you?”
She didn’t confirm or deny it. Instead, she focused on the love between them, pushing those feelings to him in a soothing pulse. “Are you okay?”
He squeezed tighter. “Just hear me out.”
Those were four words she didn’t want to hear after everything that happened. Her k
