CHAPTER XXI
A week later and my angel had yet to open her beautiful golden eyes.
“I know I fucked up,” I said as I applied the ChapStick on Gigi’s dry lips. I glided my thumb over her lips with a gentleness that betrayed the war battling inside me. “But I promise I’ll make up for it. I’m not giving you up. No matter how hard you’re going to fight me.”
I replaced the ChapStick with her comb.
“Your hair’s growing,” I murmured as I smoothed out the kinks from her head being matted against the pillow. When I first found her, her hair looked dull and greasy, but now the shine was returning, and she smelled like roses.
“Do you remember our first date?” I asked, still combing through the strands.
“You wore that white dress that made you look like a fucking angel.” I chuckled softly.
“You probably didn’t know this, but I was nervous as hell.
I wanted to give you the best night of your life.
I hope I did. But when you wake up, I will give you all the best nights. ”
I draped her soft waves over one shoulder and set the brush down. Gigi laid motionless, her long wavy hair spilling across the pillow, a halo of dark silk that framed her face.
I leaned down, letting my nose graze her cheek, tracing a path down to her chin. I pressed my lips against hers, a kiss that sent my heart into overdrive.
“Please, Gigi, wake up,” I whispered, burying my face in her neck, trying not to suffocate from the guilt and anger of all that she’d been through.
“I swear, I’ll do right by you,” I promised, placing a tender kiss on her neck. I hovered over her, watching her chest rise and fall, that rhythmic motion a reminder that she was still here, still fighting.
“You’re the reason for making my heart beat again. You’re the reason I fucking care. You’re my reason for living.”
Just come back to me.
“I fucking love you.”