.
I clenched my hands into a fist.
How could he even . . .
I must have been unconsciously biting the inside of my cheek because a metallic taste filled my mouth. I poked the tip of my tongue against it feeling a jagged break in the soft skin. It stung, causing me to pull my tongue back.
How ridiculous.
As soon as that thought entered my mind, it eclipsed the angry ones. I took another deep breath. The heat in my face ebbed, and I slowly opened my eyes.
There.
I knew I could do it. But I still needed to seriously talk to somebody, but who could I tell besides Nathan?
Nobody.
I could call Anwar, but Nathan didn’t want him involved. I couldn’t blame him since Anwar had held information from us that could have made our life much easier. I could call Carrie and Tree, but I didn’t want them to have any part in this.
I sat on the edge of my bed and ran my hand over the cream silk comforter. I thought of one other person I could call.
Brayden.
I had his cell phone number programmed into my cell, but unfortunately I accidentally ran over it with my Morris Mini back in March, right before I met Nathan. And besides, I shouldn’t be talking to Brayden anyway. Not after what he’d done the last time he was here.
I decided calling him would be a bad idea, and I wouldn’t talk to him unless he apologized to me. However, I had a strong feeling I’d be seeing him soon. He had promised after he proclaimed his love for me he’d be back this summer, and Brayden always kept his promises. I just hope he felt genuinely sorry for trying to force himself on me and being such a jerk.
Well, this sucked.
I yawned and glanced at the clock again. 12:14. I slid under the covers and heard the phone ringing downstairs. Half a minute later, the answering machine clicked on. After it beeped, Nathan’s voice filled the silence, asking me to pick up.
I didn’t move, reminding myself that if we were working together, I wouldn’t be lying here alone, wondering about those visions I just had. And then I heard him say he’d be home shortly.
I halfway debated on whether to stay up and wait for him to see what he found out, but imagined he’d wake me up to tell me. So I turned over and went to a happy place in my mind. Of course it was with Nathan when we were on the island, lying near the bonfire, watching the meteor shower in the clear black sky. Afterwards, we made passionate love, but before my mind wandered to that part, I had fallen fast asleep.
***
I awoke a little after eight the next morning with Nathan sound asleep beside me. I quietly stepped out of bed and from the room, softly closing the door behind me. After I brushed my teeth, I went downstairs and made coffee. I retrieved the paper from the porch and read it for a while, trying not to think about the creepy vision. My stomach growled, and I had a sudden craving for French toast. So I crisped bacon in one pan and made French toast in another, filling the house with yummy smells.
“Good morning,” Nathan said, entering the kitchen.
I didn’t look at him or respond, stewing because he hadn’t woken me up last night and wasn’t here when I needed him. I went to get the two plates off the counter, but then hesitated when I felt his strong arms curl around me from behind.
My weakness.
His arms.
I stood there, trying to ignore how amazing it felt to be encapsulated in his arms with his hard body against my back. I had to remind myself how wrong it was for him to not include me in his plans and how it made me feel. And the whole emotional thing . . . yeah, immortals’ feelings were on overdrive compared to humans. Yeah, I still hadn’t learned to control them. However, I’d never jeopardize my safety, and Nathan should know me well enough to know I’d never do that. But honestly, truth be told, Nathan was from the 1800s where men protected their woman, and women were viewed as meek and helpless. It also didn’t help that I had almost died. So
I clenched my hands into a fist.
How could he even . . .
I must have been unconsciously biting the inside of my cheek because a metallic taste filled my mouth. I poked the tip of my tongue against it feeling a jagged break in the soft skin. It stung, causing me to pull my tongue back.
How ridiculous.
As soon as that thought entered my mind, it eclipsed the angry ones. I took another deep breath. The heat in my face ebbed, and I slowly opened my eyes.
There.
I knew I could do it. But I still needed to seriously talk to somebody, but who could I tell besides Nathan?
Nobody.
I could call Anwar, but Nathan didn’t want him involved. I couldn’t blame him since Anwar had held information from us that could have made our life much easier. I could call Carrie and Tree, but I didn’t want them to have any part in this.
I sat on the edge of my bed and ran my hand over the cream silk comforter. I thought of one other person I could call.
Brayden.
I had his cell phone number programmed into my cell, but unfortunately I accidentally ran over it with my Morris Mini back in March, right before I met Nathan. And besides, I shouldn’t be talking to Brayden anyway. Not after what he’d done the last time he was here.
I decided calling him would be a bad idea, and I wouldn’t talk to him unless he apologized to me. However, I had a strong feeling I’d be seeing him soon. He had promised after he proclaimed his love for me he’d be back this summer, and Brayden always kept his promises. I just hope he felt genuinely sorry for trying to force himself on me and being such a jerk.
Well, this sucked.
I yawned and glanced at the clock again. 12:14. I slid under the covers and heard the phone ringing downstairs. Half a minute later, the answering machine clicked on. After it beeped, Nathan’s voice filled the silence, asking me to pick up.
I didn’t move, reminding myself that if we were working together, I wouldn’t be lying here alone, wondering about those visions I just had. And then I heard him say he’d be home shortly.
I halfway debated on whether to stay up and wait for him to see what he found out, but imagined he’d wake me up to tell me. So I turned over and went to a happy place in my mind. Of course it was with Nathan when we were on the island, lying near the bonfire, watching the meteor shower in the clear black sky. Afterwards, we made passionate love, but before my mind wandered to that part, I had fallen fast asleep.
***
I awoke a little after eight the next morning with Nathan sound asleep beside me. I quietly stepped out of bed and from the room, softly closing the door behind me. After I brushed my teeth, I went downstairs and made coffee. I retrieved the paper from the porch and read it for a while, trying not to think about the creepy vision. My stomach growled, and I had a sudden craving for French toast. So I crisped bacon in one pan and made French toast in another, filling the house with yummy smells.
“Good morning,” Nathan said, entering the kitchen.
I didn’t look at him or respond, stewing because he hadn’t woken me up last night and wasn’t here when I needed him. I went to get the two plates off the counter, but then hesitated when I felt his strong arms curl around me from behind.
My weakness.
His arms.
I stood there, trying to ignore how amazing it felt to be encapsulated in his arms with his hard body against my back. I had to remind myself how wrong it was for him to not include me in his plans and how it made me feel. And the whole emotional thing . . . yeah, immortals’ feelings were on overdrive compared to humans. Yeah, I still hadn’t learned to control them. However, I’d never jeopardize my safety, and Nathan should know me well enough to know I’d never do that. But honestly, truth be told, Nathan was from the 1800s where men protected their woman, and women were viewed as meek and helpless. It also didn’t help that I had almost died. So
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