The Heartbreak Prescription by Glazed Snow

My Dad Please Come 205

Wendy pushed him away, her voice firm. “No, it's not!"

She struggled, trying to shove him back.

In the chaos, she accidentally hit his left hand. Stanley winced, letting out a low hiss.

Wendy froze, her concern rising. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

Stanley stared at her, a faint grimace on his face. My hand hurts."

He lifted his left hand, holding it out in front of her.

Wendy knew his hand had been seriously injured, but she hadn't realized that he'd had 23 stitches and that they'd only recently been removed. The scar that remained on his palm was deep and long, looking like a caterpillar.

They stood in the narrow corridor, lit only by the dim, warm light overhead. The space between them felt charged, so close that they could hear each other's breathing, each other's heartbeats.

"Wendy, do you see it? My hand hurts," Stanley repeated, his voice low.

Wendy wasn't sure what to make of his constant mention of pain. For a man like him-someone who could withstand so much-it seemed odd for him to keep saying his hand hurt.

She lifted her face and looked at him with a soft smile. "That's ugly."

She was talking about the scar on his palm, calling it ugly.

lowered his head and kissed her,

her words with

His long fingers tangled

forceful, his tongue

as if he was

lightly. Only then did Stanley

in her hair, breathing deeply, his voice gravelly, "Wendy,

that she could feel the heat from his body and the hard, undeniable evidence of his desire. She tried

was nowhere to go-the

she asked, her

he said, his voice low

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her earently, his words whispering only for her to hear. "Wendy, I

was here, why he had come to find her at

with Jessica? Why had he left the Crone family's

the Presidential Suite: that Jessica was pure, untouched,

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didn't want to impose

forgotten the humiliation he had made

she said firmly, "I

She didn't want to.