Chapter 81 - The Epitome of a Handsome Prince (2/2)

Tears filled his eyes at my words and all of the fight drained out of him. He slumped forward onto my shoulder, nearly knocking me over because of how tall and heavy he was.

”What would I do without you?” he asked in a broken voice as his arms tightened around me. ”Katie, you're all I have.”

He was all I had too. The one person here who was completely on my side.

My heart ached for him. Until we could get this figured out, I needed to help him feel loved and supported at the very least. It was all I could for him. I hugged him tightly and rubbed his back in an attempt to be comforting.

Al went silent for a while, soaking up my affection once we moved to the couch where it was easier to cuddle. He was sprawled across the couch at a slant, propped up by the arm rest, and I was on top of him being held much like a teddy bear. All I could really do at that point was rub his arm that was around my torso.

”You feeling any better?” I dared to ask after a while.

He didn't answer. He had fallen asleep. It couldn't be terribly comfortable trying to sleep like that so I tried to wriggle free and at the very least put a blanket over him since lifting him on my own was impossible.

No dice. I was caged inside his arms.

I managed to twist around so I was facing him and gazed up at his sleeping face. He looked more at peace than he had since meeting Nyla even though he had fallen asleep in a weird position.

He truly was the epitome of a handsome prince with his sculpted jaw, straight nose, and those stormy gray eyes. If Abby could see the hunk I had married she would never believe it. Of course, she would never believe I had ended up inside a novel either. She thought I was dead.

I sighed and trailed my fingers down the side of my husband's face. Looking at him like this did funny things to my heart sometimes. He was the most attractive person I had ever met but that personality of his!

Even if he was frequently moody or childish and had no sense of responsibility for others, the way he laughed with me and hung onto every word I said as if I were the most interesting person in the world made up for it. Would I have chosen him on my own? I don't know.

I tried to think about how I would have even met him if we had both lived in my world. We were both shut-ins by nature so it would have been difficult, if not impossible. But say we had.

If I had met this apathetic bundle of contradictions under different circ.u.mstances, would I have wanted to date him? Maybe, if he had smiled at me the way he did now, like I was the most wonderful thing imaginable. But no one would have ever smiled like that at the old me. Not even Al.