Dylan catches my hand. “Tomorrow?”
There’s a hint of the old Dylan, reaching out to the old Sky he’s just resurrected. “It’s always tomorrow with you, isn’t it?” I ask, echoing the words from the summer.
Chapter Seven
Dylan
The eerie light from snow at dusk surrounds the car as I watch Sky enter her building; I’m two seconds from running in after her. Her taste is on my lips, sweet and sexy, and I fucking ache for her. Touching Sky flooded everything back, the need for her ready to consume me again. And went straight to my dick. Shit, I can’t help that. But timing… Good thing our clothes were in the way, because if I’d managed to get her curves beneath my hands, I’d have been a wreck.
My body courses with hope and relief ; when she told me there was a chance I wanted to jump up and hug her, shout to the world ‘she’s mine’. But she isn’t yet. I need to remember how our relationship took tentative steps the few days before Lily spoke to her, and not scare her.
She believes me and forgives me. Why the fuck did I walk away in the summer presuming she wouldn’t? I need to learn not to run from shit. I could’ve saved us both so much pain. I’m a fucking idiot. But the man who did those things gnaws at me, reminding me of who Dylan Morgan is.
Before I leave, I scroll through the messages on my phone. Plenty from Myf, I return them, telling her not to worry. A couple of messages are from Steve asking me if I’ve seen Jem. Serves him right, maybe his loose cannon is about to blow. That takes the heat off me with Steve too, not just the press scum.
The engine revs and I prepare to leave when the door opens to Sky’s building. She stands on the doorstep glancing around and under the light of the porch; her wide eyes are set into a tear-streaked face.
Shit.
I kill the engine and jump out of the car, striding toward her. She has her arms wrapped around her in the protective manner that indicates stay back, and she’s still wearing her coat.
“What happened, Sky?”
She blinks at me. “Someone broke in… My flat… They trashed the place.”
Unable to help myself, I place a hand on her arm, desperate to hug her. “Are they still there? Are you okay?”
She shakes her head, lip trembling. “No. I don’t know. Dylan, my stuff… And they broke the locks. I can’t lock the doors again!” The rising hysteria in her voice panics me too, but soothing her is my job now.
“Let’s get you inside, I’ll call the police. We’ll sort this.”
The door to her flat is open, wood splintered around the lock. She hesitates at the doorway, and I step inside. Investigating each room, I’m satisfied the place is empty and return to Sky.
“No one’s here. Come on.”
Her body is tense as I guide her to the sofa and sit her down. What now? I’m not used to situations like this and I run my hands through my hair as I think about what to do.
“I’ll get you a drink? Then call the police. Have they taken much?”
Sky shakes her head mutely, staring into space. Panicking at my inability to act, having no fucking clue what I’m doing, I walk into the kitchen. The sink is full of plates and mugs, but everything else is intact. A half-empty bottle of wine rests on the bench and once I’ve located a clean glass, I fill it with wine.
“Here, I’m sure this will make you feel better.” I pass Sky the wine and sit next to her.
Sky continues staring ahead, and her quiet, pale-faced fear frightens me. This is Sky, the strong, smart-mouthed girl. Have I always overestimated that strength? I squeeze her cool hand and she laces her fingers into mine.
“Why my flat? I don’t have anything much. Or I didn’t.” She gestures to an empty space in the corner where wires and dust are left behind.
“I don’t know; they don’t give a shit who they steal from.”
“My laptop!” She disappears into her bedroom and bangs around. “Is it in the kitchen?” she shouts back to
There’s a hint of the old Dylan, reaching out to the old Sky he’s just resurrected. “It’s always tomorrow with you, isn’t it?” I ask, echoing the words from the summer.
Chapter Seven
Dylan
The eerie light from snow at dusk surrounds the car as I watch Sky enter her building; I’m two seconds from running in after her. Her taste is on my lips, sweet and sexy, and I fucking ache for her. Touching Sky flooded everything back, the need for her ready to consume me again. And went straight to my dick. Shit, I can’t help that. But timing… Good thing our clothes were in the way, because if I’d managed to get her curves beneath my hands, I’d have been a wreck.
My body courses with hope and relief ; when she told me there was a chance I wanted to jump up and hug her, shout to the world ‘she’s mine’. But she isn’t yet. I need to remember how our relationship took tentative steps the few days before Lily spoke to her, and not scare her.
She believes me and forgives me. Why the fuck did I walk away in the summer presuming she wouldn’t? I need to learn not to run from shit. I could’ve saved us both so much pain. I’m a fucking idiot. But the man who did those things gnaws at me, reminding me of who Dylan Morgan is.
Before I leave, I scroll through the messages on my phone. Plenty from Myf, I return them, telling her not to worry. A couple of messages are from Steve asking me if I’ve seen Jem. Serves him right, maybe his loose cannon is about to blow. That takes the heat off me with Steve too, not just the press scum.
The engine revs and I prepare to leave when the door opens to Sky’s building. She stands on the doorstep glancing around and under the light of the porch; her wide eyes are set into a tear-streaked face.
Shit.
I kill the engine and jump out of the car, striding toward her. She has her arms wrapped around her in the protective manner that indicates stay back, and she’s still wearing her coat.
“What happened, Sky?”
She blinks at me. “Someone broke in… My flat… They trashed the place.”
Unable to help myself, I place a hand on her arm, desperate to hug her. “Are they still there? Are you okay?”
She shakes her head, lip trembling. “No. I don’t know. Dylan, my stuff… And they broke the locks. I can’t lock the doors again!” The rising hysteria in her voice panics me too, but soothing her is my job now.
“Let’s get you inside, I’ll call the police. We’ll sort this.”
The door to her flat is open, wood splintered around the lock. She hesitates at the doorway, and I step inside. Investigating each room, I’m satisfied the place is empty and return to Sky.
“No one’s here. Come on.”
Her body is tense as I guide her to the sofa and sit her down. What now? I’m not used to situations like this and I run my hands through my hair as I think about what to do.
“I’ll get you a drink? Then call the police. Have they taken much?”
Sky shakes her head mutely, staring into space. Panicking at my inability to act, having no fucking clue what I’m doing, I walk into the kitchen. The sink is full of plates and mugs, but everything else is intact. A half-empty bottle of wine rests on the bench and once I’ve located a clean glass, I fill it with wine.
“Here, I’m sure this will make you feel better.” I pass Sky the wine and sit next to her.
Sky continues staring ahead, and her quiet, pale-faced fear frightens me. This is Sky, the strong, smart-mouthed girl. Have I always overestimated that strength? I squeeze her cool hand and she laces her fingers into mine.
“Why my flat? I don’t have anything much. Or I didn’t.” She gestures to an empty space in the corner where wires and dust are left behind.
“I don’t know; they don’t give a shit who they steal from.”
“My laptop!” She disappears into her bedroom and bangs around. “Is it in the kitchen?” she shouts back to
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