Somethingâs happening.
I can feel the shift in Hayden. In our dynamic. Itâs like a living thing, breathing in and out, giving and taking.
Me submitting and him claiming.
His yearning for connection isnât lost on me. In fact, it causes a deep stirring within, pulling it from the depths of my soul. Iâve always wanted to bond with another person, and I thought Iâd have it with Adam, but I was mistaken.
Can I have it with Hayden?
As if privy to my thoughts, he draws back. Only a little, but enough for me to see his gaze and the turbulence within.
Confusion wars with logic.
Desire battles with skepticism.
Vulnerability fights with the need for connection.
What will win in the end?
I press my hand against his cheek, anchoring myself to him before whatever storm is brewing inside him is released; a tempest that will wreck me. Completely.
âAre you all right?â I ask. However soft, my voice is an intruder during this emotional conflict.
Haydenâs brow furrows. âI believe I should ask you that question since you were the one experiencing a panic attack.â
âHowâd you know?â
âMy mother used to have them.â
Any embarrassment I had at being seen in such a vulnerable state evaporates like a puff of smoke. The stench of it all lingers. It permeates the room, causing my stomach to roil, my muscles clenching.
All on Haydenâs behalf.
Maybe he didnât have an easy childhood like Iâd assumed. My heart aches for him.
âI used to help her through them as best I could,â he says. âBut thereâs only so much you can do when a personâs under the influence of drugs.â
I sweep my thumb over the angles of his cheek, wanting to comfort him in any way I can. I told Hayden he could take whatever he needed from me, and I meant it. If he only knew the things Iâd be willing to give himâ¦
All because of this intimate moment.
I finally see Hayden as a human being with both flaws and feelings. It makes me want to curl inside his arms and never leave. From what Iâve gathered, weâve both lost a loved one and are in need of someone who understands.
And I do. Deeply.
He closes his eyes, leaning into my touch. âNo one should have to suffer through that alone.â
âThank you.â I blink back tears when my vision blurs. âI donât usually have an audience during my episodes. I havenât had one since my father died.â
âIâm so sorry for that, Callie.â
âHayden.â I pull him to me until our foreheads touch. âI can tell you really mean that, and if you want to help me, please find his killer.â
He stiffens under my fingertips. âIâm not sure redemption can be found for that person.â
âIâm not after redemption, or even revenge. I want understanding more than anything.â
âUnderstanding.â His breath whispers over my lips. âYou never cease to amaze me. After everything, you should want blood⦠yet your heart remains pure.â
I shrug. âIâm still grieving and angry about his death. Iâm not perfect.â
âI disagree.â
His hand slides to my nape, fingers massaging away my turmoil even as he holds me captive. His touch sends shivers through me, adding to the minuscule trembling still skating through my body. Concealing the way he affects me.
âYou can trust me to find the person responsible and make them pay.â His gaze bores into mine. âJust tell me the name of the hospital.â
As much as I want to give Hayden the answers heâs seeking, the cost of him knowing is too high. Itâs a debt I never asked for and something I canât get rid of, no matter how hard I try.
I smile up at him, but itâs full of sadness and remorse. âI canât.â