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“Why did you say no?” I asked.
Josephine pushed up to a sitting position and stared at me. It was hard to tell what was on her mind. I leaned onto my elbows. “Isn’t it obvious?” I waited on her to continue. “Because I was meant to find you here.”
“I believe that,” I said. “But at that moment, why did you say no?”
Her gaze lowered to her fingers. “Because it didn’t feel right. He didn’t make me feel alive. I was coasting through life with him. He was a reasonable choice. He would have provided for me, but he didn’t make my stomach tighten. Or scorch my blood the way I wanted my future husband to.”
The innocence on her face warmed me. Her answer was sincere. It was how she felt. She went with her feelings, with her emotions because she wanted to be happy.
Leaning up, I snaked my fingers around the back of her neck and brought her down to me. Laying down, she pressed her chest against mine and accepted my kiss.
In the morning, we would part ways. If Ernest could open the portal, she would go home and hopefully find the spindle. I’d go on an adventure to slay Deidamia.
The thought of our separation fueled an invisible need I had for her. It hung over me. It tied the two of us together like some twisted fairy tale.
“I don’t want you to leave,” I whispered into our kiss.
She tightened my T-shirt into her fist and maneuvered herself to sit on my lap. The position ignited a fire inside of me. I captured her hips in my palms and squeezed her.
Josephine moaned into my mouth and whispered, “Take me.”
I stalled against her mouth, feeling too many things inside to make a coherent word. I wanted nothing more than to strip her naked and take her. The gentlemen in me said not in the woods next to Ernest and Fern.
The jackass said give her what she wants.
I was old-fashion at heart. Waiting until you were committed was the right thing to do, but what was more committed than your soul mate?
“Say something,” she said softly.
I felt a tear leave her cheek and hit my own.
“Hey,” I whispered, rolling her over to her back. “Why are you crying?”
She turned her head, but I cupped her jaw and forced her to look at me. “You don’t want to?”
I chuckled humorlessly. “You’re joking? You think I don’t want to have sex with you?”
She shrugged. “I’m leaving tomorrow. What if ... what if it takes me a long time to get back? What if I can’t find the spindle? Put me out of my misery.”
The pulse in her neck throbbed in sync with the heavy beating of her heart. Her pouty mouth opened as she stared up at me. Leaves were stuck in her hair, and the air was thick with humidity.
“Please, Anti-hero?” she whispered. “Anti-heroes do not always make the honorable choice, and I’m pleading with you this time not to. Don’t make me beg.”
The resolve inside of me snapped.
I tangled my fingers into her hair, feeling the invisible string attaching us pulling me forward. I lowered my mouth to hers and whispered, “I’ll give you what you want if you stay quiet. I don’t want Ernest or Fern seeing my naked ass.”
She smiled as I lowered my mouth to hers. The humid air tightened around me, pulling sweat from my skin, but I couldn’t stop my pace. I needed to feel inside of her. To slide into my forever seemed lightyears away.
What would it hurt to give myself a taste of Heaven?
Josephine slowly slid her pants down her hips, and her flesh touched the sliver of skin between my pants and t-shirt. The warmth traveled along my body and tightened the air in my lungs.
Sitting up, I watched her watch me. Her heavy-lidded eyes were lust-ridden. I stripped out of my clothes, stopping when I hooked my thumb into the hem of my underwear.
“Strip, Josephine,” I ordered.
She took her time taking off her t-shirt and sweats. Her pale flesh was bright in the moonlight, the smooth surface begging to be touched. A shiver raced through her body as a breeze traveled through the campsite.
