ROCK MY WORLD

More emotion. Would it ever stop?
He shut the door and started her way, never once taking his gaze from her. Tan Dockers always molded against his perfect ass. She longed for just a glimpse of that view. His periwinkle golf shirt showed off the V in his torso. He walked with a barely perceptible limp now. Soon the only evidence of what he’d endured would be the scar streaking down his side like a jagged bolt of lightning.
Lydia fought the urge to let her gaze drop to his crotch, to see if he was glad to see her. Afraid she might not find what she was looking for, she kept her eyes riveted above the waist. In her mind she double-checked her appearance—a simple red dress with small white polka dots and low heeled sandals. It was casual, but could double for work attire if she decided she couldn’t bear the aloneness of their house after this. She thought she looked good, but what did Christopher think? Did he long for her? Remember their first kiss, their first date, the first time they’d had sex?
He was twenty feet away from her and her pulse was pounding so loud, Lydia wondered if she’d go deaf from the sound. Then he took off those sunglasses and stuffed them into the shirt pocket. His brown eyes swept over her face like the hands that had once roamed her naked body. And she knew then why she’d fought so hard against divorce. She loved him, loved him with every atom of her body. Nothing in heaven, earth, or hell would ever change that. Loved him with a passion that staggered the imagination. Wanted him more than she wanted food or water. Needed him more than air to breathe.
And she knew something else, too—she could love, need, and want him until the stars winked out, but all her love was for nothing if he didn’t love her back. If she loved him, how could she condemn him to a life of misery with her? If she loved him, she had to give him what would make him happy. She had to let him go.