Protect My Heart

Chapter 29

Suggested song: "Another Love"By: Tom Odell

Logan

Some might call me a fool. Some might call me brave. Some might call me even crazy.

But what is a man in love supposed to do?

Tearing off my shirt, I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at those ugly scars. Hideous marks, some deeper, some more noticeable, and some still aching to the point that I had to stretch my muscles or bend over the sink and think about what I'd done.

Now, don't get me wrong, I understood my part in this. I understood that I was also the bad guy, but for the reasons anyone might be thinking.

I was at fault for agreeing to this in the first place.

If I had spoken up years ago, none of this would've happened. If I'd opened my mouth, I'd still have her in my arms every night and whispered how much I loved her in her ear.

I had delved into this thinking I was protecting those I loved. But in the end, I was doing the opposite, I was breaking everything apart: my friends, my new family, and the love of my life.

Sure, leaving her was a dick move, but if there was another way, I would have taken it. Clover couldn't be harmed. Her well-being mattered more than anything. She was it for me. On our wedding day, I promised to protect her till the end of time, and I intended to keep that promise.

To learn my side of the story, you had to rewind three years, to the day that changed the course of our life.

To learn my side of the story, you need to know what happened more than four years ago. Six months before I had left.

15 May 2018 (Three years ago)

"You promised to watch The Avengers with me." I plopped her down on the couch after she'd run through the house, squealing for me to not catch her. I pinned her wrists above her head.

"We've watched that shit a hundred times."

"Did you just insult my favourite film series?"

"They're so bad. Let go of me," she whined, unable to contain her laughter.

Her under me like this – hands above her head, my fingers clasped around them – got me as hard as a rock. I wanted to tie her up and take her from behind, my cock buried in her luscious ass. Or perhaps feel her writhe under me while I fucked her cunt with my tongue and fingers. I wanted to tie her to me in all ways until she couldn't take it anymore.

"I'm insulted, Clover." I pouted, placing kisses over her face, tasting her skin. "But we're watching it. You can pick the next one."

"That's what you have been saying for weeks. Last week we watched a horror movie, and I nearly peed my pants!" Oh, yeah, she almost had.

Her little mumble was blunt and meant to come off as mean, but a grin still surfaced. She could never be mad at me.

"I protected you during the movie."

"Oh, please." What was meant to be a huff came out as a moan instead when I squeezed her breast. "You wanted me to cuddle up to you so you could shield me. You wanted to play the hero."

"I am your hero. But let's watch Avengers 2."

"No." Her mouth popped open when I tweaked her nipple. "Don't play with me like this. If we watch it, then I won't make your favourite food for a month."

"I can cook for myself; besides, you're my favourite food. I can eat you all day."

"You're disgusting. Then no sex."