That was . . .” I trailed off trying to find the proper adjective.
“Long overdue?”
“Long overdue? You’re the one who got skittish when I mentioned how I felt and backed away when we almost kissed.”
“You call me on all my crap, don’t you?” He laughed throwing his head back. “That’s one of the things I love about you,” he said. His fingers
skimmed up my shoulders until they cradled my neck and my whole body tingling.
Mots clés romance
Oh, please. You’re the one whose arms were
wrapped around me,” I argued out of habit, folding my arms
with a scowl.
Brent’s warm breath touched the clear windows,
steaming them slightly. “You’re also the one who kissed me
while in my previously mentioned weakened state. Then
you claimed to not mean it. Tell me, do you take
responsibility for any of your actions?
The wind picked up intensity as Brent’s lips found
mine, and I decided our training sessions were going to be
a lot of fun.
Right,” I fumed, my index finger poking him in the
chest. “So we’re even then. My kiss didn’t count because it
was an accident and yours didn’t count because it was
strictly for medical purposes. Neither of them counted as
kisses.”
“Would you have wanted them to?” Brent demanded
suddenly, bending his neck so he whispered it in my ear
Going through a tragedy leaves an impression on people’s souls. Once you’ve had a loss, you learn to deal with it and move on, but you carry that hurt with you always" - Yara Silva `Intrinsical
Lani WoodlandI gulped; I had the overwhelming sensation that what we had done wasn’t enough. I’m not sure what I had expected, maybe a fairy tale ending
where a magic wand fixed everything, including all the darkness we had been through.
But this was no fairy tale. Nothing could bring back the thirty boys that had died. Nothing could take away the grief that had torn their family’s
hearts into shreds. Experiences like this, I realized, are wounds that never quite healed; they stayed with you and no amount of justice would erase
the scar.
He looked like he wanted to say something but his jaw tensed and
instead he let his hand travel from my elbow to my hand, the strong pulse from his fingers like a balm to my injured soul. I raised our entwined hands
and placed them over the steady thumping of his heart a twin of the rhythm in my own chest. I pressed my head to his chest letting the steady pace
of his heart and his citrusy, musky scent envelop me, lull me into a place of security. A place safe enough that I didn’t have to pretend I was okay. I
failed to sniff back the tears that began to leak from me.
Brent put his arm around me whispering, “I know.” I wasn’t sure if he was agreeing with the fact that we had conquered Thomas, if he knew the
real reason I had risked so much to save him, or if he understood why I was crying. I decided it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that he was
holding me.
Hey look, Yara, there’s someone driving the car.”
“Ha, ha,” Cherie grumbled. “You two haven’t come up
for air since we picked Yara up from the airport.”
“Circle the block,” Brent instructed. “I’m not done
kissing her yet.
Please be careful. Know that if something
happened to you, you wouldn’t be the only one hurt.
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