But his stare was so intimate that it felt like he was touching me everywhere.
When he spoke, his voice was deep, deeper than a bottomless pit. “Morning, baby.”
I used to wear that nickname like a blanket, completely wrapped around me. It kept me warm on the frozen nights and smothered me at my loneliest times. “I love it when you call me that…I miss it.”
He didn’t even blink. “You’ll never have to miss it again.”
“I miss you right now…”
He paused, holding my gaze for a few seconds before he wrapped his thick arm around my waist and yanked me toward him. He pulled me with ease, making my tits slap against his chest before he hooked my leg over his hip. He rolled me over to my back and positioned himself on top of me, his dick already hard a while ago.
I looked at his shoulder again, seeing the color spread through the material. “You’re bleeding through your bandage.” I pushed him to his back and straddled his hips. His head rested on the pillow, his wide shoulders taking up most of the bed. “Let me.”
His hands gripped my thighs before he squeezed my tits. “I’m fine. But my baby can ride me whenever she wants.”
After I changed his gauze, I got into the shower. His bathroom was exactly as I remembered, from the kind of shampoo he had on the shelf and the half-used bar of soap he used every morning. He still had the same bath mat on the floor in front of the shower, and he organized his stuff on the counter the same way.
When I opened the drawer, I saw some of my old things, like my razor, toothbrush, and some eyeliner. I stared it before I shut the drawer and used his toothbrush instead. I dried my hair and slapped on some eyeliner before I put on one of his t-shirts. There were still some of my clothes here, but I preferred his.
I walked into the living room and saw him sitting on the couch in his sweatpants. Shirtless and firm, his chiseled torso led to a solid chest. He was a combination of strong muscles, all interlocking together to form a wall that couldn’t be conquered. He had a cup of coffee in front of him with the news on.
It seemed like a normal day. It didn’t seem like three months had come and gone without speaking. It was like that horrible event in our lives had never occurred. Neither one of us had changed at all.
He took a sip before he addressed me, his eyes on the TV. “Your phone keeps ringing.”
“My phone?” I couldn’t remember where I left it. After I walked into his apartment, I abandoned everything else. All I cared about was being with him, reuniting our bodies as well as our souls. I hadn’t gotten laid in so long that the second his fat dick was inside me, I came so violently that the muscles in my back started to spasm. I was still sore, especially after I rode his big cock for forty-five minutes.
He nodded to the small purse I tossed on the ground last night, but he still didn’t look at me.
I picked up my purse and fished through my bag until I found my phone. There were a few text messages from my mom, letting me know they got home safely with Conway. But there were also a few messages from Antonio, along with missed phone calls. He was worried about me, and I couldn’t wait a few days to call him. I had to do this now. “I’ve got to make a phone call.”
Bones kept his eyes on the TV even though I’d never seen him watch the news. He only gave a slight nod in acknowledgment.
I knew he wasn’t a talkative guy, but he always looked at me, at least. He definitely knew what this was about, whether he’d looked at my phone or just had a good guess.
Shit.
Conway told Bones I had been seeing someone, so he knew about it. But it was strange to call Antonio when I was in his house. I moved down the hallway and entered my old art room, expecting it to be empty.
But it was exactly as I’d left it.
The last painting I’d been working on was still there, half completed.
He’d kept everything.
I’d expected him to toss everything once our relationship was over. Bones wasn’t a sentimental guy. He didn’t wear his heart on his sleeve because he didn’t even have a heart most of the time. But he kept this room, either because he couldn’t handle tossing everything in the garbage or because he thought I might come back someday.
I steadied my nerves before I made the call.
Antonio answered immediately. “Thank god. I’ve been calling you like crazy. I saw on the news that your brother got mugged by some thugs and he was in the hospital. You haven’t been home or to your gallery so I assumed you were in Milan, but I couldn’t leave the office. Just wanted to see if you were okay.” The sincere concern in his voice only made me feel worse about the situation.