We stayed like that for a long time, pressed together in the dim light, our shadows long on the walls. His arms around me felt like the only real thing in the world.
My body trembled from everything we'd said, everything we hadn't. His heartbeat was steady beneath my cheek.
When he finally pulled back, he didn't go far, just enough to see my face. His hand cupped my cheek again, eyes scanning mine as if he was still trying to figure out if I was real.
"You should sit," he said softly.
I nodded, and he led me to the couch. The leather was cool beneath me, but I didn't feel cold. Christian sat beside me, close but not touching. It felt like he was giving me space now, as if the rawness of the moment had settled into something delicate, easily fractured.
"Are you sure she didn't hurt you? Are you sure you don't feel any pain?" He asked softly.
"I'm stronger than that. One push couldn't hurt me." I smiled.
The way his eyes flickered dangerously, I knew he wasn't done with Haley.
