Page 49 of One Final Breath


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“Oh, so now you know what to do?”

I roll my eyes, and then together we both bring a bite to our lips.

Here goes nothing.

As I open my mouth and the first thing touches my tongue, my palate awakens. The flavor is incredible. Chewing the bite, I don’t think I’ve ever tasted something so good.

“You like it?” she asks me.

“I…I love it,” I tell her shoveling another chopstick load into my mouth.

She eats slowly, watching me, and as I consume mine in what I’m sure is record speed, I can tell now why this is her favorite.

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“That was amazing!” I tell Faye, as we walk out of the restaurant.

“See? I told you, you’d love it.”

“Why have I never had it before?” I ask, grabbing her hand, our fingers locking together so tightly.

“I don’t know why, but trust me, it’s all you’ll want now.”

“I could eat another bowl.”

“Oh, I couldn’t,” she says rubbing over her slim stomach. “I’m stuffed.”

“Yeah, you really look like it.”

She bumps shoulders with me, and I laugh, letting go of her hand and draping my arm over her shoulder. She smells so good, unbelievably good, and being with her like this again is amazing.

As we cross the bridge to where we parked, the lights from downtown Seattle twinkle, illuminating the Puget Sound. She stops walking, and we both look out at the glassy water.

Standing in silence, I wonder what’s going through her head. For me, all I can think about is her; she consumes me. But for her, I worry if she’s starting to second-guess things again, so I ask her, “What are you thinking?”

“Oh, nothing.”

“Tell me?” I plead, wanting inside her head.

“It’s about Ben.”

“Okay, I still want to know.”

She sighs, remembering something and then says, “He used to come here to fish all the time. I was thinking maybe I could show Braxley how to one day.”

“I think that would be nice. Jack and I can come too.”

“I’d like that,” she says, her eyes still concentrating on the water.

“So would I.” I turn her towards me and can now see the tears that are glazed over her eyes.

“Don’t cry, Faye.” She blinks and her mascara trails down her face.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to get upset tonight.”

“Don’t be sorry. Please just be however you feel and let me inside here,” I tell her and touch her heart. “And here,” I lay a soft, gentle kiss on her temple.

Her arms fold behind my back, and we stand together, silently enjoying one another.

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