Thirty Nights (American Beauty #1)(112)

In a different letter, I’ll tell you what I’d rather do with you instead of writing. But—real or not—a man has manners. I’ll save that for our second date. For tonight, I only ask one favor, love. If you could just lie next to me and breathe—I want to synchronize my lungs to yours. Until I smell your skin instead of gunpowder, hear your sighs instead of sirens, hold your body and not my rifle.

All right, maybe we will do it on our first date (which is a real feat given my current position in a sand ditch, wearing a groin protector). After all, you are mine and no one else’s. Your body rises and trembles in my hands. Your breathing changes—fast, gusty like the shamals. Then it stops! And it becomes a single word. My name. That’s how you come. That’s how you go. With my name on your lips, blindly and for me alone.

As you fall asleep on my chest, your breathing slows. Deepens. I listen to it and drift. Finally calm.

Yours,

Aiden

I know I have felt déjà vu, but I never knew what it means to be it. But now that I read his assertive handwriting—and see us in every word—I have an odd sense of self, looking back at me.

I bring the letter to my lips and kiss it. It doesn’t fill Aiden’s absence, so I take out his dog tag and put it around my neck. Then I throw on one of his T-shirts and my sweatpants—ignoring the first patches of mauve on my skin. I stumble to our bed and lie next to Aiden, resting my head on his chest. The terror of the last two days overpowers me and I fall asleep.





Chapter Forty-Eight





Allies


A change wakes me. Aiden’s breathing is faster against my cheek. It’s time. In minutes, his lashes flutter. Corbin and Benson wait out of Aiden’s line of sight. I take the chair Benson must have put at the foot of the bed. The sapphire eyes open.

He comes to slowly. He opens and shuts his eyes with heavy lids. The deep V folds between his eyebrows. He tries to lift his head but it lolls back. He looks around like he doesn’t recognize how he got here. His breathing speeds up and his eyes widen. He moans. Then he sees me. Fear disappears instantly, and his eyes become vernal. The clearest turquoise. He looks like he is having a pleasant dream.

“My love.” His first words are soft and slow. I scoot closer. He tries to lift his hand to touch me but it won’t obey. He panics and tests his body for control but it doesn’t respond so he searches for my eyes. Instantly, peace floods his face.

“I know you.” He smiles. “You are my life.”

“You’re mine too.”

“Why are you crying, love?”

“Because I love you.”

“You’re my life.”

I remember Corbin’s words about how some wake up from Versed. Here is Aiden’s essence, uninhibited.

“No tears, love. I live for your smile.” His words are garbled. He reaches for me, too weak against his inert body mass. Before fear assaults him again, I place my hand in his. He sighs like he does when we make love.

“I love you,” he slurs. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

He fades in and out several times, going from confusion and panic to peace when he sees me. The more he wakes, the more loopy his grin. I lean in slowly and kiss his lips. He watches me in bliss.

But slowly, his eyes start to change and recede. And then I see them: the tectonic plates start shifting. Something is trying to break through.

“Aiden, stay with me. Please.”

The moment I say please, anguish twists his face. His body contorts in the fetal position, as if in physical pain. He shuts his eyes and starts shuddering. A guttural groan builds in his chest until it changes into broken words.

“No! No! Elisa! No!” Over and over and over…

Benson and Corbin enter the fray but he won’t let them touch him. He’s not violent. He’s breaking. He grips his forehead with both hands, his fingers vising his skull like he wants to rip it off.

“He’s just remembering the last thing before the sedative. Damn, that’s quick,” Corbin explains, but I barely hear him because in Aiden’s beloved face, for the first time, I see tears. They stream from his scrunched eyes.

I leap to my feet and step closer but Benson and Corbin swarm around me. I push them away and take Aiden in my arms. He says I calm him. He needs that now.

“Aiden? Love? I’m okay. Look at me, baby.” I repeat the words many times, trying not to say please. The sobs ease at the sound of my voice until they become just tremors. When he opens his eyes, they’re ravaged. He tries to get out of my hold but I tuck his head into my neck and cover him with my body. My smell, my voice—all of me. The tremors become twitches and slow down.

“Extraordinary!” Corbin’s voice breathes somewhere behind me.

I ignore science and hold Aiden tighter. From the corner of my eye, I see Corbin and Benson slip out.

I whisper to Aiden words that mean something to us alone. He starts talking too. At first, it’s only two words, over and over again. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Then the words turn venomous as he eviscerates himself in my ear.

“Elisa, go. Leave. Be happy. Even if illegal, you’ll lack for nothing. Just go. Go.”

“I’m not going anywhere. I love you.”

“You have to. Leave me because I can’t leave you. I can’t, Elisa. I can’t do it. End this. End me—”