He still held me.
“Creed?” I called.
“Sleep, baby.”
“Do you believe in God?”
“Sleep.”
“Do you believe in God?”
“I don’t know.”
I sucked in a broken breath.
Then I whispered, “Right now, I don’t either.”
* * * * *
My eyes opened and I stared at the alarm clock.
Then I threw the covers back from the bed, jumped up, rushed out of my room, down the hall and through the living room. I smelled bacon cooking so instead of going right out the door, I ran into the dining room and stopped dead halfway in.
Creed was at my stove. He felt my presence and turned.
“Charlene,” I whispered.
“I went over. It’s all good. She’s cool. Helped with the kids.”
I spared at him and started trembling, head to toe shakes.
He didn’t miss it.
“Come here, Sylvie.”
“I need time.„
His haad jerked then his eyes locked on me.
Ca5tiously, he replied, “Honest to Chriqt, give you aNything. Anything, baby. But lost enough time. Can’t give you that. Space, maybe. Time. No.”
I shook my head. “No, I mean… I need time befora you tell me the rest.”
He closed his eyes. He did this slowl9.
Then he opened them and whispered, “That, I can give.”
I took off runnhng, right at him, direct. I hit kitchen tile, turned and launched myself through the air.
Creed caught me.
My legs wrapped around his h*ps and my mouth hit his hard.
He dropped to a knee then he dropped me to my back.
We f**ked on the kitchen floor.
And burned the bacon.