SALT AIR

What was she doing?

She knew the truth, saw his bloodied knuckles, and cleaned up the glass he left behind. Evie ended it, led them off his trail. It’d been as much to protect him as herself. This wasn’t sustainable. She couldn’t keep up appearances and continue giving a fake story. Still, when he called, she’d been on the street and fogging up the windows of his car without hesitation. They moved forward, or so she told herself. “Don’t thank me yet,” the brunette breathed against warm lips. He’d twisted into the fiber of her being, pumping through an empty vessel. Evie echoed without him. “You’re on thin ice.” A warning for both of them: she needed to be strong, and he needed to be smart. “But fuck, I missed you,” she submitted momentarily, pulling him back into her heat.

"i know, angel," he mumbled against her mouth, pulling back just a fraction. in the dim glow of the street lighting, she looked heavenly. if he pretended, they both could have been back in new york, before everything changed. before he changed. however, time could not be erased, and they both needed to live with the consequences. "tell me," scarred hands brushed the hair away from her face with a smile. "tell me what you need, and i'll do it. whatever. whatever i need to do to win back your trust, i'll do it."