“Until you get your closure,” he says with a wolfish grin, and I stifle my grin.
Hale or Brazen?
“Until I have closure, and then… we’ll see.”
He smirks, and then he leans past me to pull a towel out of his closet. His arms wrap around me, momentarily while he kisses me softly, and then he dries off quickly. I smile as I stare at his marvel of a body while he pulls on some loose lounging shorts that dangle just below his mouthwatering hipbones, and then he lets a smile cock up on one side to ensure me my drooling has been caught.
“Here’s you a shirt,” he murmurs against my lips as he pulls me into another kiss, and I slide into the shirt while walking backwards with his lips pressed against mine.
“Hold me,” I mutter, and his arms wrap around me without hesitation as he lowers me to the bed.
His body curls around mine as I snuggle into him, and his eyes stare so softly into mine.
“I wouldn’t mind trying that again,” he smolders.
“I wouldn’t either, if the right moment ever occurs.”
He smirks lightly, and then he pulls me into him again.
“I have to go on a week’s detail in three days. I’ll be back on the seventh day like clockwork. Will you at least humor me with a date. Nothing too pushy, but something nice to remind you of how well we work together.”
“I know how well we work together, Brazen. I spent two years with you, and you were unbelievable.”
“Until I fucked it all up in one night,” he murmurs shamefully. “I never meant it, Araya.”
“I know you didn’t, but it did hurt. That’s not all that’s holding me back though. I forgave you almost instantly. I love you enough not to drag you around while I’m still torn over Hale. I wasn’t ever over him the way I thought I was. You’re incredible, Brazen. You have no idea how terrible I feel knowing I can’t just be with you.”
“If you get your closure?”
I sigh out at his hopeful question as he puts all his dignity in a bucket and sets it on fire. What man loves a woman the way he loves me? What fool girl stays unsure because of her fucked up ex?
“I don’t know. I’ve never had it before. I guess we’ll find out soon.”
Sooner than I had planned.
“I hope it means you’ll be in my arms like this more often.”
I smile lightly, and the heavier effects of the blood fuck begin lifting lightly. I start to stand, but he snakes an arm around my waist to pull me back in.
“I don’t want to leave. I’ll have to share you over there,” he grumbles.
I giggle a little, and then I kiss his cheek sweetly before forcing him up.
“We’ll be alone in the bed. No one will be holding me but you,” I murmur, and his lips instantly fold over mine.
“You won’t be embarrassed to walk in there in my shirt,” he says while grinning.
“I think they all know what we’ve been doing for so long, and my clothes will never again be worth wearing,” I chuckle. “Besides,” I sigh, “I already fought in front of everyone after my underwear had been ripped off. I only hope my skirt covered me up the whole time.”
He grins deviously, and his perfectly light cheeks almost blush.
“I didn’t think about that,” he snickers out.
He takes my hand in his, and the longing to be in his arms brought on by the blood intimacy is still so strong.
“I wasn’t expecting it to be as powerful without you biting back,” I murmur softly as we walk out his door.
“I was,” he smolders, and his lips press lightly against mine as he wraps me up to make me walk backwards.
