If not for me

Lilly

Silence was heavy in the back of the limo as we made our way back to the plane. I checked my phone for messages and found one from my eldest. A selfie of herself going to sleep and some of my tension seeped out of me. There was another message from Noona saying all was well, everyone was asleep, and she was headed to bed too.

Absentmindedly, I rubbed my arm when Chance’s hand came to mine, stopping my movements. Chance took my arm into his hands and examined the light bruises forming from his ex-wife’s grip.

“Does it hurt?” he asked softly.

“No,” I assured him. “It will be fine.”

He examined it as he turned my arm over, his expression full of regret. “It’s starting to bruise. Fuck, I’m so sorry,” he murmured, pressing a kiss on the bruised skin, sending shivers down my spine.

“It’s not your fault. It will be gone in a few days,” I reassured him, watching with fascination his tenderness. “I’m not made of glass.”

And I had experienced much worse, I thought to myself.

I glanced dow