I immediately walked Shay to my couch once we entered my nearly vacant home. It's strange to think that by the end of this week, it will no longer be called home.
I went to the kitchen to grab an ice pack from the freezer and wrap it in a towel. She shifted her body as I sat next to her.
"Let me see," I softly said removing her hair to take a look at the damage Nick has done. "Oh man," I whispered gently gliding my thumb over the mark under her eye. She quickly went to looked away, but I stopped her. "He got you good-"
"Stop," she interrupted removing my hands from her face. She took the ice pack from my lap and placed it under her eye. I let out a sigh and placed my thumb on her chin to make her face me again.
"I know the answer to this, but I just have to ask. Has Nick ever hit you before?"
"If you already know the answer, then why'd you ask?" She asked slightly annoyed.
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"I just want to make sure..He hasn't right?" I asked biting my lower lip gently.
"Of course not," she answered harshly and I could understand why. We both know that's not the type of man he is.
"May I go back?" She asked kinda out of the blue and surprised me. I thought she'd be furious with Nick and not want to see him after he had hit her.
"Why?"
"Because I want to see him," she answered as if I was holding her against her will.
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Shay's POV
When I entered my dark home, the tv and all the lights were turned off and I could hear the shower running from upstairs. I climbed up the stairs to our room and into our master bathroom.
The mirrors were fogged up from the heat of the water falling down the shower head. The steam flowed over the curtain like gust bellows.
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His beautiful figure casted a silhouette on the shower curtain, showing the outline to his beautiful body in a shadow of despair and hurt.
The shower suddenly turned off and Nick swept the curtain to the left before stepping out. His face turned pale when he saw me standing there. He quickly wrapped a towel around his waist and hurried towards me. I let him wrap his arms tightly around me as I did the same. Despite all that has happened, I still feel the safest in his arms. No matter how many times he has hurt me, or makes me mad to the point when I think I hate him. His arms are all I need to make me forget why I was even hurting in the first place.
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Once he let go, his hands immediately cupped my face and I felt his thumb go over the tender skin under my eye. His eyes swelled with tears.
"I am so sorry," his voice cracked. "I..I don't even have the words to express how sorry I am for hit-."
"Then make love to me," I interrupted.
"What?" He asked furrowing his eyebrows.
"Make me feel good," I breathed untangling him from his guard and letting it fall to the ground. He watched as I lifted my shirt over my head and let my blue jeans hit the floor. He still looked stun, like he wasn't expecting something like this to happen after accidentally hitting his wife. But I knew the pain he was feeling, because I felt it to. I know he didn't mean to and that he'll constantly be beating himself up and I don't want him to hurt anymore. He's been hurting for far too long, since his brothers passing. He hides more than the eye can see because we all see him as being so strong. That's what he wants everyone to see. That's what he wants me to see, and I see him all the way through.
I backed up against the bathroom counter and motioned my finger for him to come. I stood on my toes so I could wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down. "Love me as hard as you can and more," I whispered in his ear.
Suddenly he propped me on the counter and let his hands work my sides as he kissed my mouth. Without warning his tongue slipped in and I let him go as deep as he wanted to.
God he tasted so good.
One hand found the hook of my bra, while the other wrapped its fingers around the lace below. In a matter of seconds I was stripped free of my final clothing. There was a pause and Nick caught a glimpse of my bruise again and I lightly smacked his face. Not enough to hurt but enough to make a noise and get him to focus.
"Stop overthinking and just love me. I need to feel your love," I whispered caressing his face. He suddenly spread my legs apart and took ahold of himself before forcefully shoving himself in. After nearly knocking me back into the mirror, he took me by the sides and continued to ram into me. This new feeling of pain surfaced as I clutched my nails into his shoulders and he let out a loud yelp.
It hurt so bad, but felt so good.
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After we finished I took a shower.
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When I walked back into our room he was sitting on the bed wearing a white T-shirt and black underwear, talking on the phone. He said goodbye quickly after seeing me walk in, then I sat on the bed.
"How would you feel about us going to Mammoth for a few days? I can get us a flight for tomorrow and we can just escape for the time being. How does that sound?" Nick asked nervously.
"It sounds like a wonderful idea sweetheart," I told him smiling and he smiled too. But it quickly faded when his eyes gazed upon my bruise. I moved my hair to the side of my face to shield it from him. "Nick please stop staring at it. It was an accident and that's not going to change. I love you with all my heart and I'm not mad at you. You mean the world to me and I'm excited to spend these next few days with just you and me."
