“Your place. You saw mine, and now I want to see yours,” he murmurs menacingly, and it’s apparent he’s toying with me.
Fuck him and his sexy self.
“It’s nice. You haven’t done a lot of decorating though. I expected it to be a little more like our old place,” he murmurs in an effort to force me to think of all the incredible memories we shared in our old place.
“I still make pretty good considering my United official and my interrogator’s salary. It’s not quite the luxurious place you have,” I murmur while staring around at the stainless steel surfaces mingling with the flowing white fabrics draping all over the wall of windows.
“Do you have any liquor here? They were closed when I went by earlier,” he murmurs while checking out my view.
I laugh lightly, and then I go to the bar to pull out one of my several bottles of whiskey.
“Still trying to get me tipsy?” I tease.
He smirks before looking back at me, and then he gives me that Brazen wink.
“Maybe, but right now I just want a glass. It’s been a hell of a week, and I haven’t had a chance to just relax until tonight. It feels good to have a home again. I just need one more piece to make it complete,” he says, his words slicing through to my heart, and then he struts over to me with his incredible eyes latching onto mine.
“Why do you still want me? You shouldn’t. I already told you I’m not right for you, and I’m still in love-”
His lips cover mine to silence their rebuttal, and he picks me up to sit me on the bar while pulling my legs around his waist.
“Because I love you. You’re all I want,” he breathes, and then I close my eyes before falling back into his kiss.
“I need closure,” I murmur against his lips.
He pulls back and sighs out loudly before pulling me off the bar.
“He’s back at Seminole. I saw him when I swung by there to get my new bike. He looks like he’s been trampled by a herd of bulls, but he’s back. He’ll only be there for a few weeks, so go get your closure tomorrow. I’m not giving up anytime soon, and he’s apparently not trying to win you back.”
Tears sting my eyes from the brutal truth which has left his lips, and he wipes them free when they fall. His eyes soften, and then he kisses my forehead softly.
“I mean it. Go get your closure. I want you to have it.”
I nod against him, and then I lean back.
“I get a day off in two weeks. I’ll go then.”
He nods in acceptance of my counter offer. Then his lips stroll over my cheek before pulling me against him.
“Let’s go party,” he says playfully, and then he guzzles his whiskey.
I roll my eyes, and then his hand pulls mine to intertwine our fingers as we make our way out of the apartment.
The party is in the enormous gymnasium, and the decorations are completely… pink. It looks like someone drank a truck of pepto and then exploded in the gym.
“Wow. This is one girly party,” Brazen grumbles, and I laugh lightly against the thudding music.
I smile when I see all the slinky attire, and I breathe out a breath of relief to know I wasn’t the only one to dress a little unladylike. I’m sure they’re all hybrids, but the mixed scents in the room are confusing my nose.
“You’re the sexiest woman here. You can stop sizing up the competition,” he jokes, and I elbow him playfully.
He pulls me onto the dance floor, and I feel a little silly dancing to the music the kids love so much.
“Here,” he says, pulling a wrapped box from his pocket.
The daring red paper shines under the flashing lights, and the black bow tangles around it to promise something extravagant. I smirk as I take it, and he keeps his arm around me while the dancers around us begin dodging us like an obstacle.
“What’s this?” I giggle.
