Chapter 38
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Nyx
Mr. Sandman - SYML
In the middle of the night, he walks into our room. He doesn’t make a sound, but I'm not sleeping. I'm in one of his large t-shirts under the covers. He slides in smelling of cigars and whiskey. A cliché.
I'm turned away from the door, and from him, when he joins me. He lies there for a few minutes, silent, breathing softly.
"Is this my life now?" I rasp. "Is this my punishment? Longing for you to come home while I know you're with other women?"
He turns, wraps an arm around my waist, and drags me against him.
"I didn't touch a single woman but you tonight, Nyx. And I never will."
Just like magic, my heart calms. A balm wrapping around it that I'd like to call unconditional love. The reassurance of a man who I know will never stop loving me.
He caresses me in ways he never has. He shows me his loyalty with his body, his thrusts. With care and kisses that worship every inch of me. Sensual orgasms, over and over again. Not a single rough touch. Only pure love.
He doesn’t use protection, which is unlike him. Especially after Sophie. And when he pulls out of me, I ask before I can even catch my breath, "Will you ever forgive me?"
The silence isn't heavy. It's like a calm river running through the passage of time.
With the kind of love in his voice that you cannot fake, he says, "I've already forgiven you, mon trésor. Deep down, the anger was always against myself."
I heard that nickname just a couple of days ago, but I’ve missed it like one misses air after a few seconds.
I roll over to look at him. His eyes are only lit up by the light of the moon, and he digs his gaze into mine as he pushes my fringe out of my eyes with his index finger.
"Your heart will always belong to me. You know that, right?"
I nod as my stomach flutters.
"Say it."
I don't hesitate.
"My heart will always belong to you."
"I love you, Nyx."
"I love you too."
I should realize what this peace means to a man like Achilles. Acceptance, resolution. It can only mean one thing, but I make the mistake of not letting it cross my mind, selfishly enjoying our moment of pure happiness.