“Now, I want you. I do want you, Skye. Even when all this is over.”
She touched his hand where it lay against her face. “Don’t talk about this, okay.”
“You don’t believe me.”
“Noah … you were raped today.” She started to cry. He stared at her tears, fascinated by them. “And I know that is hard.”
“So you think I don’t want you? I just don’t want to remember being raped.”
“I don’t think you want to remember any of what happened.”
“Do you?”
“Noah.”
“I know what I’ve done to you. Do you hate me?”
“No. I don’t hate you.”
“I hate them,” Noah said. “If I could, I’d fucking kill them, but I don’t have any strength. I am nothing. I am useless.”
She cupped his face and kissed him. “You’re not useless,” she said, between kisses. “You’re not weak. You’re strong, Noah. So strong.”
He burst into tears and sobbed like a fucking baby.
With the pain rushing through his entire body and his whole world broken down, he just couldn’t handle it anymore and cried.
He gave up.
“I’ve got you, Noah. I’ll always have you.” She kept on repeating his name as he gave up. Her arms surrounded him.
“We’re going to get out of here. I promise, Noah. We’ll get out of here. I know we will.”
Still, he said nothing because he didn’t have the words she needed to hear right now.