Alpha Damon (Sienna) novel Chapter 342

Delilah:

Light burned behind my eyelids, and the first thing I felt was pain.

There was a pain that I could not describe, and though I’ve been hearing everything that’s been said throughout the past week, I couldn’t respond.

The dull, heavy ache in my chest. My shoulder. My ribs. Everything just seemed to collapse and I found it harder for me. To even open my eyes or my mouth, even breathing was hard without the oxygen mask which was stuck to my face.

But under all of it was something warm pressing against my hand.

A warmth that I couldn’t help but find myself admiring being thankful for.

It was one that my body seemed to crave, one that I wanted to hold on to, one that I wanted to maintain despite me not knowing how to say it.

And then I heard him.

His voice was low, rough.

“…I love you.”

My chest stuttered.

And everything in me forced me to want to fight back, to want to fight my weakness, my pain, to want to fight the dull ache that I had, the body that needed to recover, that begged me to stay asleep. I just wanted to fight it all. I wanted to stand for him. I wanted to open my eyes and look at him.

I forced my eyes open, blinking against the dim light. My head felt like it was being hammered but I did not care. I kept my eyes open. I wanted to look and see who spoke though I knew his voice though my subconscious knew that it was him.

The first thing I saw was his face, his dark eyes staring down at me like he’d just seen a ghost. His heart raced against his ribcage, and for a moment I could have sworn that he held his breath.

“Ethan…” I croaked, my throat dry and weak.

His head snapped up. For the first time since I’d met him, he looked completely unguarded. Vulnerable in every possible way that could be said, as he studied my expression, as he tried to allow himself to focus on what he saw, as he allowed himself to understand me, to look me dead in the eye.

“Delilah…”

I swallowed, my lips barely forming the words. My lips were dry and everything in me felt weak, and yet I knew that I needed to hear him say it again.

“Say it again.”

He froze, blinking at me like he didn’t understand. Though I knew deep down that he might have understood, he was just trying to act like a fool. Maybe he didn’t want to say it again. At least he was not ready for me to hear it. Or even if he wanted me to hear it, he was not ready for me to hear when he was looking me in the eye. Maybe he did not want to say it this way, maybe he had different plans to it, but I needed to hear it.

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