Chapter 259

Chapter 259

Zaid

I can't drive fast enough.

Her scent has filled up the car entirely, and she is all I can feel, see and breathe. She's sitting right next to me, so close and yet not close enough.

My fingers twitch on the steering wheel.

She's smiling, leaning back in her seat so carefree, like she's not feeling all the desperation I am. She glances at me every few minutes and the look in her eyes

tears me

apart.

She's so fucking happy. So fucking excited to be home.

She looks at me like she can't believe I'm real.

A year. Three hundred and sixty-five days, minus the month I thought she was still going to be over there. And somehow, I survived it.

I want to know every part of her again. Every new thought. Every new piece.

But mostly I want to touch her. Every inch of her, get to know all of that all over again, too. That part of me has been half dead since she boarded that plane.

in me that has been dormant and half-dead since the night she boarded that

whispers, her hand reaching out to run her

it.

a smile

touch burns, kills, and heals me at the same time. I swallow hard, trying to hold myself together like

you saw it on video?" I manage, though my voice sounds like

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nods. "I

the car over. Her fingers linger, brushing over my jaw.

does to me. Like she doesn't see

I shouldn't be driving.

in my throat and my blood is boiling and I want to

her. I want to know everything about

I want to get home, because if I don't kiss her soon,

watching me. Still running her fingers through my beard. Like she can't

I'm real either.

her hasn't dulled. It's only

feel the loss like

I grip the wheel until my knuckles ache, my jaw locked

her from

ticket only the second time, but I managed to keep myself here at home. I went to bed

name in

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