His kisses were so mind-numbing that when Blake said, “Car door,” it took Livia a few seconds to remember she spoke English.
“Dad. Oh. My dad’s home.
This was his safe, comforting church. His soul had finally found the arms of his beloved. Kyle.
Debra AnastasiaDid you get anything back from him? What’d he say? Kill her?” asked one of the attackers.
I love you. Dear Jesus. I love her. No. No.
Cole knew what the chemical smell on the cloth over his nose meant. He took one breath, and his last conscious thought was simple: Kyle.
Debra AnastasiaKyle nodded and bit her lip. She looked nervous as a virgin. “This feels like jumping off a cliff,” she finally said.
“I’ll only do this if you want me to. Do you want me to?” Cole took a step back.
Kyle reached around and unzipped her sundress. She held her arms out like a sacrificial lamb.
“Say it, so I know for sure.” Cole’s eyes glowed with lust and reverence.
“I want you to.” Kyle watched him.
Blake climbed in her passenger seat and pushed his mask up to reveal his face—even with the sun out! Livia kissed him and kissed him and kissed him. When she started her car, she was sure her cheeks would crack from smiling so much.
Debra AnastasiaLivia nodded. Seeing him puttering around in her kitchen, turning on the familiar faucet, solidified her feeling of destiny. She knew, staring at his back, that he would not go hungry again. She would have him, warm and safe, with her every day. It was perfectly clear. She would need to talk with her father. It was time for her to be on her own.
Debra AnastasiaThat’s because it was the right thing to do. You followed your heart, even though it might get broken. You let it lead you to the path. I’ve found my path, Dad. Blake’s someone I’ll never regret. I can’t promise how it’ll turn out, but my heart can’t make any other choice.
Debra AnastasiaBlake’s not a nightmare. I love him, Dad. I love him. Let’s keep that straight.” Livia felt her hackles rise.
Debra AnastasiaHe squeezed her hand back and made a sour face. “I hate when you use logic against me. It takes my knees out.
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