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Kat
“What is that?”
He leaves my question unanswered, his eyes still glued to the thing on the ground as he gets back up on his feet. It looks like a spray can to me, but after what just happened I find it hard to believe that we just caught a harmless vandal who was leaving his tag somewhere.
“Are you alright?”
The man, whose name I still don’t know, turns to me, a tense expression on his face as he scans me from head to toe.
“Where are your shoes?”he wants to know, raising an eyebrow at my naked feet.
“I took them off,” I respond. “How was I supposed to run in those damn heels?”
He snickers at my words, and I feel another wave of heat rush to my cheeks.
We kissed.
We shouldn’t have, but we did. And then the world exploded around us. Now we’re standing outsideina parking lot, lost and confused and like the strangers we are to each other. I have no idea what to feel, what to think.
What the hell just happened?
“Here, wear this,” he says, taking off his suit jacket. “You must be freezing.”
I hadn’t even noticed the cold until now, but gladly accept his offer. He puts the jacket around my shoulders in a nonchalant but caring manner, making sure I’m all wrapped up before he takes a step back to survey me again.
“You sure you’re fine? You didn’t get hurt or anything?”he probes.
I nod, closing his jacket around myself a little tighter, as if I wanted to hide in it. I’m wrapped up in his smell and I can still feel the heat of his body radiating from the soft fabric around my shoulders.
It feels good, way too good.
“How about you?” I ask back. “Are you hurt?”
He huffs and shakes his head. “Nah, I’m… I’m good, fine.”
His eyes flit back to the green can on the ground, and he furrows his brow. Something is definitely bothering him.
“What is that thing?” I ask, as I lean forward to get a better look at it.
But he holds me back and places himself in front of me.
“Is that a bomb?” I blurt out, confused by his overly protective behavior. “Are we in dang—”
“It’s not a bomb,” he cuts me off, sounding amused. “It’s a smoke grenade. Don’t touch it.”
“A smoke grenade? Is that what that was in there?”
He nods quietly, and I turn around to face the old stone building that hosts The Velvet Rooms. Most of the large windows are closed and shielded from the inside for obvious reasons, but some of the smaller windows on the upper floor are ajarand clouds of smoke are fleeing through the small gaps. But there is no sign of a fire, just like he said.
“How did you know?” I ask, jutting my chin up toward the tilted windows. “That there was no fire? How did you know it was smoke grenades?”
“I didn’t,” he says through gritted teeth. “It was just a guess.”
“A guess?” I poke, raising an eyebrow at him. “You sounded quite certain when we were stil—”
“I didn’t want you to get hurt,” he insists, shooting me an intense look. “You were risking your life, playing Superwoman with that damn extinguisher—”
“Well, excuse me for taking charge!” I cut him off. “I was just trying to be useful instead of running around like a headless chicken.”
