#Chapter 87

Warren

I love how comfortable we are. It's moments like these when my hope resurrects that things are getting better. That my groveling is working. I owe Connor big time.

"He took your necklace." She mentions.

"Which one?" My hand can't stop running over her skin. Trying to relax her with my touch.

"Your favorite." She whispers and my hand stops moving.

"I'll get you a new one." After I kill him.

"It won't be the same. You brought it for me on your business trip. And we met after a week. I know I sound stupid. But it held meaning to me."

I had no fucking idea...