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Back in his Heart 118

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Daisy

I woke up gasping.

It was a nightmare. A big, bad one!

The room was dark and still and exactly as it had always been, and for a long, terrible second I couldn’t separate what was real from what wasn’t. My heart was slamming against my ribs. My face was wet. My hands were shaking against the sheets.

I sat up.

The other side of the bed was empty.

Of course it was empty. He had left. After everything, after the talking and the crying and the things we had finally said out loud to each other
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  • DON’T STOP   Back in his Heart 120

    DaisyWe must have drifted off after that beautiful, slow lovemaking. The rain was still falling softly outside when I woke up later that evening. The room was dim, lit only by the grey twilight filtering through the curtains. Norman was still asleep beside me, lying on his back with one arm draped loosely over my waist. His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, his face relaxed and peaceful in sleep.I smiled softly, my heart swelling with warmth. Leaning in, I pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, slow and tender. He didn’t stir, just let out a quiet sigh in his sleep. I lingered there for a moment, brushing my thumb over his cheek, before carefully slipping out of bed.My body felt deliciously sore in the best way. I wanted to make us dinner, something warm and comforting to match the rainy evening, but first I needed to freshen up. I padded quietly to the bathroom and turned on the shower. The water heated quickly, filling the room with steam. I stepped under the spray, letting the

  • DON’T STOP   Back in his Heart 119

    DaisyIt was one of those perfect lazy holiday Saturdays — cool, cloudy, and raining steadily outside. The kind of day where the whole world felt soft and muffled. Norman and I were curled up on the big sectional couch in the living room, wrapped in a thick blanket. The lights were dimmed low. A romantic comedy played on the TV, but I wasn’t really paying attention anymore.A big bowl of popcorn sat between us. Every now and then one of us would reach for a handful, our fingers brushing. Each little touch sent a quiet spark through me.Norman shifted closer, his arm sliding around my shoulders. I leaned into his side, resting my head on his chest. His heartbeat was steady and warm beneath my ear. The rain pattered gently against the windows, creating a soothing rhythm that made everything feel safe and intimate.“You know,” he murmured, his voice low and soft, “I could stay like this forever. Just you, me, the rain, and bad movies.”I smiled, tilting my head up to look at him. “Even t

  • DON’T STOP   Back in his Heart 118

    DaisyI woke up gasping.It was a nightmare. A big, bad one!The room was dark and still and exactly as it had always been, and for a long, terrible second I couldn’t separate what was real from what wasn’t. My heart was slamming against my ribs. My face was wet. My hands were shaking against the sheets.I sat up.The other side of the bed was empty.Of course it was empty. He had left. After everything, after the talking and the crying and the things we had finally said out loud to each other and then the sex that followed, he had gotten dressed quietly and told me he had feelings for me.And I’d told him we shouldn’t go there.And then he had gone.I reached for my phone with hands that wouldn’t fully steady themselves and found his name and called.It rang twice.“Daisy?” His voice came through immediately, low and alert, like he hadn’t been fully asleep. “What’s—”“Come over.” My voice broke completely on the second word. “Please. Please just come.”A sharp silence. “Are you cryin

  • DON’T STOP   Back in his Heart 117

    Daisy“Your brother is good,” he said.“Don’t tell him that,” I said. “He’ll be unbearable.”Norman smiled.I reached over and took his hand.He turned it over and laced his fingers through mine, and we sat like that while Michael ran a board meeting on the other side of the glass wall like he had been doing it his whole life.***That Tuesday morning was bright and unhurried.I had canceled everything the night before — my meetings, my calls, my entire day — and hadn’t thought twice about it. We had nowhere to be and nothing to prove, and the whole morning stretched out ahead of us like something rare.The hospital corridors were familiar to me now in the way that places become familiar when you spend enough time in them — the particular smell of the reception area, the way the light fell through the east wing windows in the morning, and which nurse worked which floor on which day. I knew all of it. I had learned all of it without meaning to.I pushed his wheelchair through the main

  • DON’T STOP   Back in his Heart 116

    DaisyI noticed it in the small things first.The way he paused sometimes in the middle of sentences like he had lost the thread of something. The way he reached for his temple when he thought I wasn’t looking. The way he smiled just a half second too quickly whenever I asked if he was okay, like the smile was something he kept ready and waiting specifically for that question.I knew that smile. I had worn it myself for three years.Something was wrong.I tried to ask him directly twice. Both times he looked at me with that warm, steady expression and said he was fine and changed the subject so smoothly that I almost believed him. Almost. But I knew Norman. I knew the difference between fine and performing fine, and what I was watching every day was a performance.The knowing sat in my chest like something cold.I stopped sleeping well. I would lie in the dark beside him and listen to him breathe and run through every possibility in my head and arrive at the same place each time — a p

  • DON’T STOP   Back in his Heart 115

    NormanA month later…I had woken up next to Daisy Wright every morning for a month, and it still caught me slightly off guard each time — the way she looked before she was fully awake, hair everywhere, face soft and unguarded, nothing like the woman the rest of the world got to see. I had missed this version of her more than I had allowed myself to admit for three years.I watched her for exactly three seconds before she opened one eye and looked at me.“Stop staring,” she muttered.“I’m not staring.”“You’re always staring.” She pushed herself up and reached for her phone on the nightstand. “Come on. We’ll be late.”We brushed our teeth side by side at the double sink, which had been my favorite thing about mornings for four weeks running. She had a system — face wash first, then brushing, then moisturizer in a specific order that she followed with the same precision she brought to quarterly reviews. I had learned not to disrupt the system.This morning I disrupted the system.I rea

  • DON’T STOP   Ending her innocence 44

    RyderI knew it was time.The words had been sitting heavy in my chest for too long — weeks, months, maybe longer. I couldn’t hold them back anymore. I was done pretending. Done hiding. I wanted Lila. All of her. And I was tired of letting fear decide for me.We were all at the table. The food was

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  • DON’T STOP   Ending her innocence 43

    LilaIt had been a week since Ryder divorced Delaney. He actually went through with it. He told me she had done something awful, something that left him traumatized, but he wasn’t ready to explain yet. He said he would tell me later when the words didn’t hurt so much. I understood, or at least I tr

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  • DON’T STOP   Ending her innocence 45

    RyderI started thrusting up into her hard and steadily, each stroke driving deep enough to make her gasp. The bench rocked beneath us. Wood groaned. The canopy lights swayed slightly overhead. Her pussy was so wet I could hear every slick slide — loud, obscene, echoing in the quiet yard. She rode

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  • DON’T STOP   Taking her innocence 7

    RyderWhen she whispered “I will”, it felt like a secret she wasn’t supposed to share.The two small words, and they hit me harder than a kick from a spooked horse. My chest tightened. I could feel my pulse hammering in my throat, in my wrists, everywhere. For years I’d been numb down there—cold, u

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