Brandon scooped Elena into his arms and gently shut the front door behind them. Careful not to jostle her even a bit, he carried her into the lounge and laid her down gingerly on the soft mat.
Elena shifted restlessly, slipping out of her clothes completely. Her pale skin rolled against the cushion as soft moans slipped from her lips.
"Brandon... Brandon..."
That unconscious whisper was like a direct hit to his heart.
Just the thought—what if he'd showed up a little later? What if she'd dashed out and ended up in someone else's arms? The image made his jaw tighten in frustration.
He was mad. Mad that she didn't listen, mad that she hadn't taken care of herself…
But the second she called his name like that, all that anger fizzled out, replaced with nothing but aching ten
