As Adam's arms finally closed around her, despite the tears and the sobbing, a triumphant glint flickered in Saira's eyes. At last, he had let down his guard. Releasing her grip on his shirt, she slid her arms around his waist and held him tighter, pressing her body closer to him.
She felt the steady thud of his heart beneath her cheek and closed her eyes, letting his scent wash over her. It had been so long since theyd been together. In the past, she'd liked being in his arms but this time, it felt like a safe haven. She felt as if she would never suffer again if only she could stay here. She let herself tremble, just enough for it to feel real, just enough to make him think she was breaking and needed him.
"I hate feeling like this," she whispered, close to his ears, her voice low and breathy against his lobe. "Like I'm nothing. Like I'm disposable. And do you know what is the worst part? You make me feel that way, Adam… when you look at me like I'm the enemy."
