The Man Who Can't Be Moved Ch 30 Teaser

Back to reality...

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“Wrap the chain around your ring one last time so that it doesn’t bring so much attention to itself by rolling around your wrist over and over again,” I instructed quietly.
“Oh.”
“It’ll look like part of the clasp this way to anyone not up close,” I continued.
She nodded and let her thumb trace over the diamonds for a second before stealing a glance at me.
I was watching her closely with a scowl. “We don’t have to do this,” I stated lowly. “You can tell everyone to ‘fuck off’ if you want. You’re good at that sort of thing.”
She grinned, but it was gone in an instant. “I want to.”
I looked at her strangely, and she shook her head.
“I don’t want to, but I know it’s necessary if we want to have a minute alone outside of the house. It just feels like we’re right back where we started.
I stared at her as my frustration consumed me. She was absolutely right. We were no closer to that happy ending than we were four months ago when we first met.
Her eyes darted to the lights lining the dark runway. “Forget I said it,” she mumbled.
“No, it’s true. We’re right back at the beginning again, hiding from the fucking press,” I said sharply.
“At least we don’t have to hide how we feel, just the fact that we got married,” she whispered. “There’s no way I could pretend to not have feelings for you. Not again.”
A smile ghosted across my face. “How so?” I asked, glancing around cautiously to make sure no one was eavesdropping.
“That distant, cold look that came over your face when we talked to each other in public would honest to God kill me now. I love how the way you look at me makes me feel.”
“I look at you like that because you are the only thing I live for anymore,” I said honestly. “You make me feel alive, Bella, in the world of jaded and blackened souls I’ve been a part of for so long.”
She put her forehead on my shoulder and squeezed my arm as she struggled not to cry.
“What just happened?” I asked, pulling her face up to see her eyes blur with tears.
“You and your damn eloquence is what happened,” she replied with a soft laugh. “Oh, God, I need another vacation.”
You need another form of birth control, I thought wryly.
“That was meant to put a smile on your face, not make you cry.”
“I know. That’s what sucks so bad.”