As soon as we got back, I was going to make her hot chocolate, warm her up, then tie her to the bed and make her scream my name until we were both sweaty and spent. My breath stuttered past my lips, desire slamming through me from just that simple act. Her arms tightened around my neck and she pressed her face deeper, nuzzling my scarf higher so she could kiss my skin. When my Angel cries, she does it in my arms.” Her fingers crept up, curling around the side of my neck. “Can’t let you go, not when you’re cryin’.” I turned instantly, heading back the way I’d come. She smiled as another wave of tears ran down her face. I’d covered it in pine and red ribbons, and I’d even found bells, so they’d jingle when we went for a ride. She bit the glossy bottom lip and nodded, her eyes shifting over my shoulder, back to the sleigh. My heart smacked against my ribs, like it wanted to pound right out of my chest. “It’s beautiful,” she said, lips quivering. I stopped at the steps to the house and looked down, sliding my fingers under her chin, tilting her face up. I’ll put it back where I found it, I’ll…” I dragged her into my arms, lifting her off her feet and started for the house. Oh god, I’d done that, I’d caused her pain. I rushed to her, gently pulling her hands away from her face. She lifted her gloved hands and covered her face, then her whole body started shaking, wracked with deep sobs that I felt in the center of my chest. “Angel?” My voice broke, a knot tightening like a fist in my gut. So when the front door opened and she walked out, rugged up warm like I told her to, and her face crumpled in front of my eyes, I thought I might actually die. I’d do anything to make her happy, just to see her smile. My reason for getting up each day, for drawing breath. And I could give her everything she needed in return. The hunger, the yearning, the feverish need I had for her, it hadn’t lessened, not at all-but now, if I needed her, I could have her. So much had changed since Abi followed me into the barn that night. My eyes lifted to the second floor, to our room. I ran my hand over Gus’s side when he whinnied and stomped his feet, glancing up at the house, the lights were on, warm through the lace curtains. It had needed a lot of repair, but it was finally ready. I shook the snow from my hair and stared down at the old sleigh Abi’s father had made when she was a kid. This snipped takes place six months after Eli and Abi got their happily ever after in Breaking Him.
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