Chapter 397: I Don't Regret It

Walker's POV:

Last night we lay there together, talking in whispers, occasionally touching and kissing for hours. That hadn't been the plan. I'd told myself when I came to stay with her that we wouldn't have sex. I'd told myself firmly that it was one hundred percent not allowed while ever she still had her stitches. Yet, not three days later I'd f*cked up and well... f*cked her.

As annoyed at myself as I am, I don't regret it.

If she were to tell me I hurt her, then I might but without those words, I can't bring myself to regret something that felt so bloody brilliant.

She grimaces as I get ready to go to work.

"It's early," I say quietly. "You should go back to sleep."

"I want to go to work," she says.

I lean down, kissing her on the forehead.

"Not today."

She doesn't reply, she doesn't need to, her eyes say everything. She's p*ssed off. She doesn't want to spend another day stuck in this house.

"The rest of the time will fly."

"Doubt it."

She crosses her arms.

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