AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“I waited for you to drop the bag you were carrying before I barreled into your arms. I wanted to be wrapped up in you for a minute, or a year, I didn’t know. Just to know you were here. I could touch you. Hear you. Smell you. Everything in me was on fire. A fire I hadn’t felt since the last time I was against your chest like this. Your hands moved to my face, just like the first time you kissed me. You never let me look away from you before, and you didn’t want me to now. I hadn’t planned on kissing you this soon. We were supposed to drink and unpack. But those crazy magnets sewn under our skin were more powerful than us. Trying to absorb every second and take our time wasn’t really possible. You kissed me and kissed me again. We tried to talk about food or wine, or unloading more things in the car, but we kept kissing. You walked me backward. Our hands were everywhere. You pushed me against the wall, and we tried to catch our breaths, but how do you quiet something like that?”
Her words tumbled out. She wasn’t looking for me to answer.
“We tried to say important words quickly, but they were drowned out by how I tugged on your shirt. Threading it over your head and throwing it on the floor. I’d worn a short dress for you. Your fingers dug into my thighs, up higher. I rocked into you. Everything was going faster than it was supposed to. All I could think about was touching your skin. I wanted to taste you, kiss you, lick you, know your body again until anything I had forgotten was erased and replaced by a new memory of how you felt against me.
“I wanted to know everything about you that I hadn’t learned in all the conversations leading to this moment. I wanted to stay up and talk and drink and eat. I wanted to laugh with you and listen to music and maybe dance in front of the piano once the sun went down. That was probably the right plan, the take your time and get to know each other again plan. But it was you and it was me. And I knew we could still do all those things, and probably focus better if you just took me in the next room first. Because if you didn’t, all I would think about over dinner was when you would kiss me again. When you would try to get me out of my clothes. If the foreplay would be as intense and powerful as it used to be. So, when you pressed into me against the wall I nodded yes, an emphatic yes, between tasting you, biting you, clawing at you. Your hands curled to my legs, lifting me to your waist. I smiled, this felt familiar. I loved when you used to do this. I curled my legs around you. With another long kiss, I wrapped my hands around your neck. God, I wanted off the wall now. I wanted more, so did you. You held me tightly and walked me to the bed. We could hear a saxophone playing on the street below. Dinner could wait. Wine could wait. The stupid cheeseboard could wait. We’d waited a year to be connected again—that didn’t seem like it could wait.”
“And then what?” My voice was low. I was almost afraid to speak. I didn’t want to fuck this up. Not now.
Her smile was sweet and sexy. “We were a tumbled and tangled mess after that. It was hot and fiery. Better than any dream I’d ever been able to create. I thought maybe it had finally replaced all the other dreams. All the times I lost you or woke up heartbroken. Maybe we could finally have a stronger unbreakable reality. That’s what I told myself over and over, until I started to believe it.”
“It’s almost like you predicted our night at the Vieux Carre.”
She smiled. “Almost.” Her tone was somber. We both had to sit in this for a minute. It couldn’t be washed away with flirty banter. I had to accept what happened to her.
I had a similar story, but instead of a dream, I had seen her in the Paris airport, or at least I had convinced myself I had. That girl wasn’t a dream. Perhaps a mirage. For months afterward, I would lie awake at night and replay what I should have done. What I could have done to follow the girl who looked like Kennedy in Paris.
I still didn’t know how to process what she said. The dream. The kidnapping. I had to hear the rest of the story.
My hands moved to her shoulders. “I’m glad you told me what happened. Can you tell me how it ended?”
“You’re not going to like the ending.”
“I don’t like any of it.”
She sighed. “I know. I didn’t think I could keep it from you.”
If she could survive it and come out on the other side the queen of the city, I could sit here and let her tell me what she had faced. I owed her nothing less.
“I’m sorry I didn’t know. I can’t believe my parents or even Seraphina never mentioned it. I should have known. Someone should have told me.” The anger started to work its way up my fingertips again.
Her eyes flashed to mine. “I’m glad you didn’t know. What could you have done about it? I’m fine now. I was fine then. You couldn’t have hopped on a plane. It would have only hurt you. There was nothing you could have done. Nothing.”
I groaned. “You were kidnapped. And I still don’t see how you can let Kimble off for it.”
“Because. He’s the one who found me,” she snapped. “I owe him everything.”
I sat back on the loveseat. “Kimble found you?”
“Yes. He did. Without him, I’d be rotting away in that basement still.”
“How? There was no ransom. No letter? How did Kimble know where to find you?” If that didn’t make him a suspect, I didn’t know what would convince Kennedy that Kimble shouldn’t be trusted.
“Because of this.” She tipped her head sideways, sweeping her hair off her neck. Her fingers traced over the curve where her shoulder met her neck.
“What is that?”
“The tracker my father had Kimble install when I was sixteen.” She reached for my hand and brushed it over her skin. I could barely feel a variation in the smoothness. I thought about how many times I’d kissed her there. I’d never noticed it.
“He did what?”
“Don’t you have one?” Her eyes searched mine.
“Hell, no. That’s insane. You need to take it out. Now.”
“But it’s how Kimble found me. He had the code and the software. Without him, no one would have known where I was. This stupid chip is what led him to the basement.”
It might have saved her once, but I knew those things were trouble. The longer she had it, the more jeopardy she was in.
