Page 78 of Saved By A God
Her eyes close, then open again, unfocused and heavy. “Don’t leave.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“Promise?”
Careful not to jostle her, I shift onto the bed beside her and tuck her against my chest. “I promise.” She presses her face into the crook of my neck, and the feeling damn near brings me to my knees.
My Rosie.
I hold her close, my hand brushing up and down her back as I try to soothe her.
Her body slowly relaxes against mine, the tension leaving her little by little, and I press a kiss to the top of her head, so fucking grateful she’s safely back with me.
“Enzo,” she suddenly murmurs.
“Yeah?”
“Thank you for finding me.”
“Always, Rosie.” I press my mouth to her hair.
Her breathing slows until it’s warm and steady against my throat. I don’t move a muscle, soaking in the feel of having my woman in my arms.
I manage to doze on and off during the final hours of the flight before Christiano comes into the cabin. “We’re starting our descent,” he says quietly. “She’ll need to be secured for landing.”
I glance down at Rosie and curse internally. She hasn’t stirred at all, her face still tucked into the crook of my neck and one hand curled in my shirt.
The IV line taped to the back of her hand snakes up to the bag hanging beside the bed, steadily feeding fluids into her system.
Christiano comes closer and reaches for the IV stand. “I’ve got this.”
“Okay.”
Careful not to jostle her too much, I slide an arm beneath her knees and another around her back before lifting her against my chest as I get up.
She makes a sleepy sound, and her fingers tighten in my shirt. “Enzo?”
“I’m right here,bella mia.” I press my mouth to her hair. “We’re landing soon.”
The flight attendant steps out of the way when we exit the sleeping quarters, giving us room as I carry Rosie to the divan.
Christiano keeps the IV bag elevated as I lower her onto the leather seat as gently as I can, and when her face tightens with discomfort, my jaw clenches.
“I’ve got you,” I murmur. “Almost done.”
Christiano takes a seat on Rosie’s other side and lifts the IV bag, making sure the line has enough slack while I carefully settle her between us.
Keeping one arm around her, I fasten her seat belt first. After making sure she’s comfortable and that the IV line isn’t caught on anything, I secure Christiano’s belt before dropping into the seat beside her and fastening my own.
The second I’m close enough, Rosie turns toward me, her head finding my shoulder.
Christ.
I wrap my arm around her and carefully draw her against my side. Her hand with the IV slumps against my abs, and I place mine over hers.
“Go back to sleep,” I whisper.
Her lips barely move. “Don’t leave.”
