Chapter 263

“I’m not so sure you could get that woman back. I’m not sure I even want to be that woman any more. Look what it brought me, heartache and pain. I’m tired, Jon. Please go. I cant sleep when I feel your eyes boring in to me all the time.”

He stood up from the bed, his hand grazing the soft skin on her cheek. He bowed forward and placed a quick kiss on her lips, his hands moving over her bump, stroking it lightly.

“I’ll go, if I upset you that much. I’ll see you tomorrow, k?”

He turned on his heel and walked out.

Cheyenne had a restless night, tossing and turning, seeing the photos in her mind.
The look in his eyes and the way he held her hip as he said goodbye, his
shirt unbuttoned.

Cheyenne woke up later that morning only to stare into the bluest blue eyes she had
ever seen. He had a tight fitting black tee on and an ever so tight pair of jeans.

He looked tired and he had dark circles under his eyes.

So he had trouble sleeping as well?

The doctor came in, did a thorough examination and declared her healthy enough to
go home, IF she promised him to at least a week’s bed rest and to keep herself calm
and well fed. The doctor discharged her in Jon’s capable hands.

“They are just waiting for my call to get the plane ready. We are flying back to Jersey
today.”

Cheyenne didn’t answer him, just nodded.

He saw the dark circles under her eyes and the vulnerable look in her face, she
looked so young to him at that moment. She didn’t trust him at all and it drove him
up the fucking wall.

He handed her a sundress and closed the door to give her the privacy she needed.

The trip to the airport was quiet and the air thick. He walked all the way behind her as
she walked up the stairs of the plane, his hand on the small if her back.

His hand felt warm and gentle through the dress. As soon as the plane was up in the
air, Jon ordered their meals and something to drink.

“You can sleep a bit in the back room. There is a bed, not too comfortable but good
enough.”

“Thanks. Wake me up when we get close to Jersey ok?”

“Sure baby.” His looked down to the photos, signing them for the fan club.

Jon stretched out, a yawn almost unhook his jaw.

Shit I think I’m gonna join Cheyenne.

He slipped into the small room. Cheyenne had a cover pulled over her, her breathing
deep & relaxed.

He lay down, staring at the roof for a while when Cheyenne turned towards him, feeling him next to her in her sleep she moved towards the warmth. Her hand sneaking under his tee, caressing his chest softly her fingers tangled in his fur.

Jon stopped breathing for a moment, to scared se might wake up and he couldn’t bare the way she looked at him nowadays. It was eating him alive, he would give anything to see the love and laughter in her eyes again but he was to blame for killing it.

He is going to put it back, it will take some time but he will. He placed his hand on hers, feeling her through his tee. His body responded to her smell and her curves.

He forced his eyes closed, willing himself to overcome his body’s overwhelming drive to bury himself deep inside her.