Chapter 122
Angelica
He gave me my door back.
After asking for forgiveness.
He gave me the one thing back that still kept me powerless and put us back on equal ground.
I don't know how long I stared at the stupid door. It was plain, white, nothing pretty or special about it.
Except it represented both his trust and forgiveness.
And in that moment all I wanted in life was to be worthy of more doors I could open, where he'd be standing on the other side.
I made him wait until I was ready to face him.
Until he was ready to face me.
And when I walked outside, I knew it was time.
I dropped my armor at the door, held my head high, and spoke to both past and present.
Praying for a future.
I leapt.
And he followed.
The cold air bit into my skin before the water from the heated pool swirled around me, and then warm hands pulled me against a strong chest. His mouth was on mine before I could protest, my legs wrapped around his body before he had a chance to deny me.