27. Anders
Anders
“ B aby, why are you crying?” My heart pounds against my chest, not just from the amazing sex but from worry that I did something to hurt her.
Carmela shakes her head as the tears start to fall faster. “I don’t know.”
Gently, I lift her off me and guide her to lie back against the pillows. “I guess it’s just all finally hitting me, you know? There’s someone out there who wants me dead, and I’m here enjoying a vacation,” she sobs as I cover her with the blanket. “What happens when we have to go back? How do I keep Maya safe? What happens if you can’t find him?”
“Shh,” I soothe, crawling beneath the covers and gathering her in my arms. “It’s going to be okay.”
“You can’t promise me that, Anders.” Her body begins to shake as she falls apart .
I hate seeing her cry. I hate that I can’t promise her it will all be okay.
And I hate that I can’t tell her how I really feel.
My lungs constrict to the point where I have to fight to take a tight breath. Carmela has so much on her plate right now, I’m afraid that if I tell her I love her it will only push her away.
Now isn’t the time. Even though I want to confess my feelings now, more than ever.
Fuck.