?WINGLESS AND BEAUTIFUL?
?EPISODE 83?
Instead, you mademe feel that it was okay to be weak.
Because I wasn’t alone… I wasn’t the only one in pain. I wasn’t the only one struggling to live one day at a time.“When I met you, I felt what it was like to be myself again.
And because of that, I found a way to mend my broken soul… I found a way to accept what happened to meand then live my life again.”
I looked up into Hunter’s eyes.
I smiled at him gently.“You were the only one who chased my nightmares away.Even when you couldn’t see… I felt that you were the onlyone who really saw me… the me that I keep beneath the tough shell and fake smiles.
When I thought I was stuck inthat little corner in hell, you pulled me out, rescued me and made me believe that angels walk the earth… wingless and beautiful in their human form.”
I took a deep breath. I could hear my heart pounding loudly inside my ribcage. “I loveyou too, Hunter Vaughn. I will thank God every day forgiving you to me… my guardian angel.”
Hunter’s eyes were teary too. He reached forward andwiped my tears again. And then he cupped my facebetween his palms and gently pulled me to him. He leanedforward and slowly closed the distance between us.
Before his lips touched mine, he whispered, “I love you, angel.”And then he kissed me… with all the words he couldn’t say and with all the love he felt in his heart. I kissed him back,with all the love I could give him in return.
After the kiss, he pulled me into his arms and enclosedme in a tight embrace.
“I love you,” he whispered again.
I giggled in spite of my tears, “I love you, too.”
Hunter bent down and lifted me off my feet. He took afew steps towards the bench and sat on it with me on hislap. I rested my head against his shoulder. I felt him inhale through my hair, like the way he did before he left.
We stayed there for a while, watching the fireflies
illuminate the garden around us, basking in that perfectmoment when we finally found our way back to each other’sarms, knowing this time, nothing could keep us apart andour love was stronger than it was before.
“Hunter…”
“Yes, angel?”
“When you were blind, you touched my face often soyou could imagine what I looked like. When you finally sawme… saw my scars… what were your first thoughts of me?”
He tightened his arms around me and kissed the top of my head. “I realized that my imagination wasn’t nearly asgood as I thought it was. Because you were far more beautiful than I ever imagined you would be.
No wonderAnderson did whatever he could to steal you away fromme.” He reached forward and touched my scar again. “They
weren’t as bad as you made me imagine they were,”
hewhispered.
“You lied when you said you looked horrendous.You are nothing short of beautiful, angel. I’m glad I decidedto go through my procedure.
This face is worth seeing,worth looking at…” He leaned forward and kissed my lipsgently. “Worth remembering.”
I sighed contentedly as I leaned my head against hisshoulder again. “All throughout this time, I thought you wereabhorred by the fact that you fell in love with me when you couldn’t see what I really looked like. I thought you hatedme.”
“I hated the fact that it wasn’t me walking beside you,making you smile, hearing you laugh… protecting you andtaking care of you. And I wanted to cripple Anderson.”
“Why?”
He sighed. “Because if he didn’t steal a kiss from you,then I would have been the only guy who got to kiss you.”
I giggled. “Chaise stole a kiss from me. I didn’t give itaway willingly. There’s a difference.
So let’s just say, you’restill the only guy I ever allowed to kiss me.”
When I looked up at Hunter, he had a gleam in his eyesand a smug grin on his face. “Good. Let’s keep it that way,shall we?” He leaned forward and kissed me again…lovingly… thoroughly.
After the kiss, I leaned against his shoulder, caressinghis hand with my fingers. I could feel his knuckles.
They were rough, like they were covered with cuts and scratches.
“What happened to you?” I asked.
“This is nothing,” he replied.
I gently pulled away from him, looking at him sternly.“Hunter.”
He sighed. He took my hand in his and brought it up tohis lips, giving it a gentle kiss.
“Let’s just say, I gave somebody, some well-deservedlesson.”
I raised a brow at him. I remembered that Chaise’s facelooked pretty badly beaten up. I connected the dots. “Youmean to say, you beat the he..ll out of Chaise for what he did to us?”
He leaned forward and kissed my shoulder. “Don’t bemad,” he whispered.
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