Chapter 41
Grease
If she only knew what I’d been through over the past few months, I think things would’ve been different. Shit was happening in the club that I couldn’t tell her about because I was scared as hell that it would push her right back to where she’d been when I’d met her—scared of her own shadow. So I’d been pissed as hell I couldn’t see her, making the long-ass drive when I could—but it didn’t seem to matter. She’d still seen it as abandonment, growing angrier with me at every visit, and I’d had to just take it because I wasn’t willing to explain it to her.
She didn’t know that being away from her had been like needles constantly stinging under my skin, and I’d had to work out like crazy so I could actually fall asleep at night.
I swallowed hard past my tight throat as Callie curled into my chest. For the first time in months, her whole body was relaxed against mine.
Thank f*ck.
I had my girl back.