I frown. He knows I don’t want to know, and we’ve fought about this in the past.
“I don’t want to know. People make stupid decisions toward the end of their spans, and I don’t doubt I’m close to mine. I’ve been around for a while, and I don’t want to know for sure when I’ll take my last breath. I like feeling like I’ve got as much time left as I want without having an approximated date haunting me.”
His lips tighten, and then his embrace becomes almost too painful upon mentioning I might be close to the end of my cycle.
“Then tell him I want to know. I won’t tell you. It’s important to me. I’m not ready to lose you any time soon, and for all you know, we could still have several hundred years together.”
I huff lightly, and then I kiss him again. He’s right about deserving to know, but I will kick his ass if he ever lets it slip.
“Okay. I’ll think about it. It’s not exactly an easy decision to make right here on the spot. If I do say yes, you had better not ever let it slip because I will have you tossed out of the compound.”
He stifles a grin while running his fingers up my spine. They tangle in my hair, and then he leans over to kiss me very hard before the gates open for his departure.
“I’ve got to go,” he grumbles.
“I’ll be here when you get back. Make sure you come home with a little energy.”
He laughs lightly, and then his eyebrows dance menacingly.
“I’ll always have energy for you, babe. I hope to find out you’ve moved into my apartment when I get back.”
“I guess you’ll find out when you get back,” I seduce while dragging my hand over his erection.
“Damn you,” he huffs before kissing me even harder, and then I feel his car pressed against my back as he pushes against me.
I smile menacingly behind the kiss, and then I tug at his lower lip with my teeth.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “I swear I’ll be home soon.”
“Good,” I smolder. “I’ll be waiting.”
His head flops back as he grunts out his frustration while giving me a scolding smirk.
“Vixen,” he growls.
I laugh lightly, and he climbs into his car. It hurts to see him leave, but Hale’s image pops into my head. Can I marry Brazen while still wondering about Hale? Can I love him enough to get over loving Hale? I’m starting to hate myself for being so confused when a few months ago, I was perfectly fine with marrying Brazen.
Damn you Hale Banner!
The dark rapidly descends to reveal the few stars not hidden in the sky. I’ve been swamped all day with interrogations, and I’m beyond exhausted. My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I smile when I pull it out to see the number.
“You miss me?” I proactively murmur.
“Yes I do. Your teasing sendoff has been driving me crazy all day,” Brazen gripes. “I’ve thought of nothing but you, and that’s a problem considering I came here to do a job.”
I giggle foolishly while twirling the ends of my hair like a teenage girl, and then I step into a soundproof room to avoid prying ears.
“I’ll fuck you like a hybrid when you get home in order to make up for the teasing,” I smolder out, and I can actually hear him swallow hard.
After holding his breath for a second, he gasps for a sharp breath, and I can almost hear him looking around to see if anyone overheard my crude, daring remark.
“Damn it. Now I have to walk into this meeting with my pants bulging. Thanks,” he growls.
I laugh ferociously, and he tries to suppress his own snickers. I picture him tugging at his tight, sexy jeans and hiding in the middle of the pack instead of walking out front as he normally does. I can’t hold back my grin - my hybrid torture skills still in play.
“I have to go before your sexy mouth does any more damage. I love you,” he huffs.
“I love you,” I snicker out, and I hear him finally letting a laugh free before hanging up.
