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“Sure… but we will get stopped if we walk out of the main entrance.”
I nod and look around. She is right, of course. It's clear as day she's been crying, and the gossips roaming the halls would jump at the occasion to get the skinny on this, especially if she walks out of here on my arm.
I suddenly remember our exact location in the museum and grin. “I know just the right place. We’ll be outside but still in the museum.”
I see her delicate brows furrowing adorably, and I feel like something goes off in my heart. It's so sweet it's almost painful.
"Well, that's intriguing," she says, giving me a dazzling smile that makes everything inside of me lurch.
I let go of her and grab her soft, small hand. Her fingers almost disappear in my clasp, and for some reason, that fact makes me so damn happy and…
I try to look for a word, and I can only think of a very girly one —at least in a contest like this, one that Tasha is fond of using.
Fuzzy.
That’s how I feel holding her hand and being near her. Fuzzy and warm.
I'm still horny as fuck around her, and if possible, my cock got harder than ever on impact when I clutched her to my body, but hovering over my arousal, there's this weird feeling of coziness I can't really make sense of.
Carina sighs. "I probably should go back in. I'm sure someone's already looking for me."
I chuckle. "Ditto, but I don't really feel like going back in there right now, and neither do you."
She nods but tugs at my hand to make me stop walking, yet her fingers don’t leave my grasp.
I look down at her, both eyebrows held high in question. “What’s the hold-up, sweetheart?” I ask her.
I see one of her dark eyebrows arch up, and she smiles a little more with every passing second until I see a dimple form on one of her cheeks.
I feel my dick jump and strain upward, my brain giving me all kinds of ideas. I want to trace that tiny dimple with my finger, kiss it with my lips and lick it with my tongue until I hear her moan for more.
“Won’t you tell me your name first?” she asks.
I look her straight in the eye. "Derek," I tell her, pulling her behind me again.
I hear the sounds of the party fading and vaguely think that Maxwell’s speech should be starting any minute now, yet I don’t give a fuck, not right now.
Not with Carina’s hand in mine.
I stop only once I reach my destination, open the door, and drag her outside.
I hear her laugh bubbling, and a delighted expression appears on her face. "The Tenshin-en! How lovely! I haven't been in here in a couple of years. I don’t think we should be in here, though. This exhibit is closed, Derek.”
I shrug, smiling down at her. “No one’s here. And we’ll be good and proper, won’t we?” I ask her, suddenly feeling like being anything but good and proper.
We stroll around the contemplative Japanese garden for a bit, taking in the natural beauty surrounding us. I gradually feel the tension she was trying to hide leave her body, and she starts to relax in my company.
We are in the 'Garden of the Heart of Heaven', and I genuinely feel like we are up in the clouds together.
We don't talk, but then again, we don't need to. Not right now. We just need to be together and share this peace.
I look at her as she studies the path in front of us, her soulful eyes shining under the moon far above us and making the night suddenly look not so dark anymore.
I pull her to my body again, and she comes willingly, her hands splaying over my back with an ease I've never experienced before. Then, just as easily, I'm kissing her, and she is kissing me back. Only, there's nothing easy about the kiss we share. It's pure, scorching passion, all teeth, and tongues.
I grab her by the waist, pulling her even more tightly to my body, my cock raging rock-hard in my pants; I feel her hands dig into my back, her delicate frame shivering against mine.
I drop my head to hers again and smash my lips on her mouth, sucking her lower lip until I hear her whimper softly.
