"You don't want me..." I breathed, selfishly leaning into his touch. But I quickly pull away.
"I'm different and so not your type," I muttered, looking everywhere else but at him. He frowns slightly, eyes simmering.
"God, Anna." He exhaled, cool bre...
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ANNA
"But you are, a good man." I said. He blinks, and a couple of drops spill over, sliding down, landing on my pants.
this is the first. In a long time, I've seen him cry.
I reach up to feel for him again, his tears wet my fingertips.
"please...you don't have to forgive me. I-I just need you to give me a chance Anna, to love you. Even if it takes the rest of my life to atone for what I've done. I'll take that. than to be away from you. To let you go. I can try—for you Anna, I can try." A sob barrels out of him and his tears trigger mine, "I have been the worst husband to you, and I am so sorry for everything. Never, in any day did you give me a reason not to trust you, it was the opposite. And with every word that I said to hurt you, you still see the good in me. I truly don't deserve you, but I'm miserable without you Anna. I need you. six months without you is torture , I can't imagine twelve. You're walking around with a half of my heart, growing inside of you—please, I don't want to miss this magical moment ." He paused, a rough sound at the back of his throat. "I'm sorry for—for causing you pain, for humiliating you, for insulting you..." his voice cracked, "for denying this child--our child—my God, Anna. I was stupid and selfish but i miss you and I'm losing my goddamn mind.'' He cried, spewing whatever words he could come up with that could show that he was remorseful. Feeling regret. His words might not be coherent. Or just rumbled and all over the place. But, he's honest.
"Every time I messed up, i watched your too- good of a heart, shatter." I closed the remaining—tiny space between us, my other hand shot up to his face. His tears rolling down to where my fingers are stroking his jaw. We're both crying—uncontrollably. Michael's hands moved to my waist, burying his face against my breasts as his whole body shudders in silent sobs. I'm sorry, he kept mumbling in between sobs.
I can't explain how or why, but the moment my hands dragged up his thick neck, drawing him impossibly closer, our lips touched. And when I felt his mouth against mine, my heart started racing— faster than its ever been. waves of heat, starting at my mouth and then rippling down my body, a tingling sensation in my breasts, to my toes traveling even lower-igniting all over.
fudge.
He tastes like the minty gum he discarded a while ago in the bathroom. His woodsy, clean refreshing smell overtaking my senses. My lips, part of their own with a gasp and Michael takes advantage by sliding his tongue inside, strong hands brush past my waist, grazing over my bump softly before settling on my hip and amazing sentiments bursts within me. He makes a low, growling noise in the back of his throat, and the sound vibrates through my body. His groans and my moans fill the quiet space, as we take in each other's pain and brokenness. My hands skim past his neck, down to his shoulders, roaming his firm chest and fisting his shirt. For a quick second my hands wonder back—they mindlessly Find their way up his strong shoulders, before resting behind his neck, tugging at the short strands behind his head. He grunts, his teeth grazing my bottom lip and he tugs, pulling, A shudder breaking into my body.
