Dear Ex Wife Please take me back by The Every Woman

ATHENA

"Thank you for saving me the other night." I smile at Zayan, who looks at me with a confused face.

I was afraid for my life, and now I realize my biggest fear is dying and leaving my young son. God, that wrecked me more than the cold did.

I was lucky to have been found early, and after lan did the scans, he discharged me, and I'm back at work.

"You had some concussion, but I'm glad it was temporary and all is good now. Don't stress and I'll also move you from ER for a while untill you're better." He had said.

I would have argued but that would have been selfish. So I reluctantly agreed.

"Saving you from what?" Zayan pulls me back.

I laugh.

Typical Zayan.

"I know you don't like it when I say thank you but truly. I appreciate you."

"Athena. You're confusing me. What are you talking about?" He asks as the waiter places my plate of steak, which Zayan picks up and cuts into small pieces before giving it back to me.

"Are you serious right now?" I ask, setting my fork down.

Zayan's brows furrow, his hands resting on the edge of the table like he's trying to solve a puzzle.

"What happened?" He asks.

My heart skips a beat, and I just stare at him, trying to read his face, trying to piece together the truth.

If not him... then who?

I search my mind, but everything from that night is still a blur. Cold rain, the impact, and the feeling of hands around me. Strong, warm hands. Someone blowing my hair. And a voice. A voice that now that I think about it doesn't sound like Zayan's.

But I shake my head and force a smile.

"It's nothing," I say, brushing it off like it doesn't matter.

Zayan watches me, his gaze studying me but quiet. Like he knows I'm hiding something. Like he wants to push, but won't.

if something did happen, you can talk

nod, forcing a

return to our food in

least, I try to. I cut a piece of steak,

Again. And again.

glance up, and catch him staring, then he quickly looks

his water

stab another piece and lift it

He's still watching me.

set my fork down with a clink and narrow

What is

He blinks. "What?"

a third head. If you have something to say,

slow,

I raise an eyebrow.

table. "I've

because I know

More than just some person you run into at cafes or call when you're bored." He gives a soft, dry laugh. "I know you have a lot on your

trust you, and of course you're not just some

he doesn't give in to the joke. His eyes remain

my hand and placing it

like you. More than I've let on. I know we've kept things

than just

face in your life. I'm risking it all and

My breath catches.

date you. Properly. Dinners, movies, everything. I want to be someone you can count on, not just when things fall apart, but when

man."

s

feeling

is hot as hell. Kind. Loyal and safe. Maybe it's

know if I'm ready," I admit quietly.

asking now because I'm not expecting perfection. I just want a

his face. There's no pressure in his eyes, no

a part of me is tired of

"Okay," I whisper. "Yes."

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