Love On Fire (Book 2) - DISCONTINUED!

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"So what exactly have you been doing over these past months?" I question Matt as I roll onto my stomach on his bed, tucking my fists under my chin as I watch Matt undress to go to bed.

"Mostly go to work and do some physical
therapy." He states briefly as he folds up his black t-shirt against his torso.

"How about Hell's Kitchen? Been quiet since Fisk has been put away and after I made that deal?" I question mindlessly as I stare at Matt, but my voice drops as he stretches slightly, revealing a circle indent in his abdomen.

"Come here," I mumble as I motion with my hand to come to the bed as I sit and cross my legs. He huffs out, probably already knowing why my mood changed.

He stops in front of the bed, allowing me to take a hold of his wrist and sit him next to me.

I place my hand on his stomach making him suck in and flinch away.

"Guess some things never change." He chuckles referring to my cold hands, but I ignore his comment as I trace the knuckle-sized scar from Maxim's gunshot.

"I can take that away," I whisper as I continue to trace the scar.

"No, Daeva, I'm okay." He says with a shake of a head, pushing my hand off his stomach slightly.

"What, why? I can take it away." I urge knowing well he's not to his best.

"It's a reminder." He explains but it only leaves me confused.

"Of what?" I scoff in disbelief.

"Of that night." He says simply with a shrug of his shoulders.

"Why would you want something to remind you of that night?" I ask lowly as my fingers start to draw pictures on my thigh nervously.

"To remind me that I need to be better. To work harder and that I'm not invincible. You made me feel like nothing could touch me, and that night was a wake-up call." He lectures me as he runs a hand through his dark hair, separating the small waves.

"Matt..." I sigh but he cuts me off.

"No, Daeva. No matter how many times you tell me it's not my fault it won't change the matter that I felt like complete shit these past months! I couldn't even be daredevil because I thought if I couldn't save you, the most important person in my life...how can I save a mere stranger." He rants angrily, his voice rising at himself as he scowls at his own words.

"I don't know what to tell you, Matt. You can't see that you aren't the problem, but that Maxim was. I fought to come back to you, and all you can do is apologize! Why not just look past it and continue how we were." I utter, becoming quite done with hearing his apologies all day.

"We can't just look past it," Matt whispers lowly as he closes his eyes.

"Why not?!" I breathe out, not understanding why we can't go back to normal.

"Because of what you said, Daeva!" Matt yells loudly, getting up quickly and thrashing his arms out.

"What did I say?" I ask with furrowed brows.

"I can't get it out of my head." He complains as he massages his temples with his fingers, then it dawns on me.

"What...that I killed everyone?" I ask while sucking in my cheek as I look up at him seeing him simply nod his head.

"I was taken prisoner, Matt. You don't know what it was like." I seethe, suddenly feeling like the odd one out.

"Exactly! I don't know, you haven't told me anything." He exasperates while standing in front of me, awaiting my answer.