Loving the Homewrecker (BOOK 3)

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Adora

"That was a lot harder than it should've been."

I looked over at Santiago, who was shirtless, his hair damp.

I smiled, pursing my lips together. I wasn't sure how to approach him today, because I wasn't sure how he would be acting today.

"I made you breakfast," I said, "I, uh, I wasn't sure what you'd want, so I made you a waffle."

"Wow, the last time I've had a waffle was actually when you fixed it for me at age eighteen. Crazy, huh?"

He sat down at the table and I just smiled, drizzling some syrup over top. I walked over to the table and placed his plate down, making him wrap his free arm around my waist.

"I'm sorry, for you know, being a handful yesterday," he said, "the meds took-"

I cut him off with a kiss to his forehead, rubbing my fingers through his hair. "Don't be sorry. You weren't a handful."

"I was," he said, nodding with a smile.

I just smiled down at him and grazed my fingertips along his hardly swollen face. "Your face is healing."

He smiled, making my eyes dart down to the gunshot wound on his chest.

"When's it going to be able to be open?" I asked.

"Doc told me to keep a gauze on it for a few days," he said, "I just rinsed it out this morning, it hurt like a bitch."

"I was actually looking up stuff last night while I couldn't sleep," I said, sitting down in the chair next to him, "maybe it's not the meds that's messing you up, maybe it's the gunshot wound?"

He just furrowed his brows together over at me. "How does that make sense?"

"Irritability, anxiety, being easily upset, no energy, those are after effects of getting shot," I said, making him shake his head.

"Adora, I'm fine. I'm telling you, the doctor told me that the medication would mess with my mood a little bit until I got in the groove of taking it."

"I believe that," I said, "but I'm just saying."

He just nodded over at me.

"Did you sleep at all last night?"

He leaned back in his chair, flexing his prominent jaw muscle as he looked down at his legs. "I couldn't stop thinking about the crash."

I just looked at him.

"I have to find another car, holy shit," he said, rubbing his hand down his face.

I couldn't help but to smile, grabbing his hand. "We'll find you the perfect new one."

He just looked over at me. "I was really worried, you know."

"I know," I said, "I wish you could've felt how worried I was."

"I have never felt like I was going to die," he said, shaking his head, "and the first thing that went through my mind was if I'm going to feel like I'm going to die, why does it have to be while I'm with you?"

I just looked over at him, my lips slightly parting. "I don't know if I'll ever understand the way you love me."

He shook his head. "Yeah, I don't know if I will, either. You were the first thing I thought about after it happened, and it's all because there was a billboard in front of me with a wedding ring on it. Crazy, huh?"

He shot me a smile as he took another bite of his waffle and I just smiled and cocked my head over.

How on earth did I get stuck with such a perfect human?