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December 23rd
9:17 A.M.
“I can't believe we spent the whole night down here,” Hayley said, stretching. She’d never felt this good or this relaxed in her entire life. “You wouldn’t have thought sleeping on the couch would be this comfortable.”
“It’s not like we did a whole lot of sleeping,” Brian said, nuzzling her neck.
That was true. They’d made love—several times—explored each other’s bodies and laid curled up in each other’s arms talking. It was as close to perfection as a night could possibly be.
It still didn't feel real.
For pretty much as long as she could remember she had wanted this. Her feelings had gone from a childish crush on an older guy, to unrequited love that she had been sure would remain unrequited for the rest of her life, to finally having the man she loved love her back.
She wanted to stay here forever, in this special little bubble, where nothing else existed but the two of them. They could talk some more, sharing some of the personal things that you only shared with the person you loved, and make love a few more times.
This was perfect.
But she knew that perfection was always an illusion.
One that never lasted.
As amazing as last night had been, it didn't change the fact that Jay Turner was still out there somewhere and that he still wanted her dead. It didn't change the fact that he could go after another person she loved, or his daughter or wife.
Brian’s hand moved from her shoulder where he had been lightly massaging her now totally relaxed muscles, and trailed down her arm, over her hip, and settled back between her legs.
“I could really get used to this,” she said as he began to very gently stroke her.
“The sex is pretty awesome.”
“I meant the massages,” she teased.
“Oh yeah, how’s this for a massage.” Brian’s fingers were like magic, and it wasn't long before she was moaning, whimpering, and squirming, trying to get him to increase the pressure as he moved impossibly slowly, drawing things out for her as long as he could.
Eventually, he took mercy on her, increased the pressure and speed, and sent her flying over the edge into indescribable bliss.
“That was better than any massage,” Brian said smugly.
She would agree if she could talk, but she couldn’t, she was still hovering in that zone where her mind and body hadn’t quite reconnected yet.
Hayley had already curled her fingers around his impressive length, ready to return the favor when the doorbell rang.
Just like that, she was snapped out of her happy little bubble.
“Who could that be?” she asked—possibly in a borderline hysterical tone—as she scrambled out from under the blanket and off the couch.
“Let’s just—”
She cut Brian off, too scared to be able to listen to anything. “No one but Ryan and Brady know that we’re here. And they're supposed to call if something happens not just turn up here. Something must be wrong, right? Why else would someone be here? Do you think he went after my sister again? Or my mom or dad? Or maybe he managed to get to Kinsley. You don’t think he hurt Sawyer, do you?”
“What I think is that we should probably just open the door and find out,” Brian said with a calm she had no hope of matching.
“Right.” She nodded a little too vigorously, hurting her neck in the process.
“Uh, Hayley,” Brian said as she hurried to the door.
“What?”
“You might want to put some clothes on,” he said with an amused smile as he looked her over from head to feet.
