Nordic Fairies (Novella Series, #1) Read Online Free PDF Page B

and Svala faced him. She met his calm blue eyes, but his smile didn’t differ from the one he’d offered all the girls before her. She handed him the picture, and her hand trembled while it hovered in the air in front of him.
    Viggo looked at her hand, paused for a moment to read, then sighed annoyed and grabbed the picture with some force. She pulled back her hand and waited while he signed the photograph. Slower than before? She couldn’t tell, she was too nervous, too anxious to get his nod of recognition.
    The pen ended in a perfect ‘m’. He slid the picture across the table, rather than picking it up and handing it to her, like he had with everyone else. He didn’t look at her. He didn’t even offer her the mandatory smile or the nod she expected. Instead, he leaned back and waited for her to pick up the picture. She waited. He looked past her out over the crowded mall, like he still sought someone.
    “ Miss.” A security guard put his hand on her arm. “Move along.”
     
     

Chapter 7
     
    Svala folded her black dress into her suitcase and placed the signed picture of Viggo on top. Her hands trembled. She lifted them to her chest to calm herself down, and a deep shudder escaped.
    Her friends had gone out, making the best of the last hours in New York before they had to leave. Trym was out too, searching for answers, or so he said. Svala told them she wasn’t feeling well.
    Svala closed her bag when a violent knock cut through the silence. She jerked back.
    Out in the living room she stopped short and stared at the door, too afraid to hope for him, too desperate not to. Her heart pounded; her hands still trembled.
    “ I know you’re in there!” Viggo’s voice was deep.
    She hesitated, but not for long. When she opened the door, she couldn’t remember walking up to it or even turning the lock. Relief filled her at the sight of him. He wore the same clothes he had worn at the signing, and he looked tired.
    “ I recognize you.” His smile was sheepish.
    She exhaled, but it came out more like strained laughter. His smile widened and his tensed shoulders relaxed.
    “ May I come in?”
    Svala glanced out into the hallway, nodded then stepped aside. The door closed behind him. When he passed her, his arm brushed against hers. They both stopped and closed their eyes. Svala’s heart throbbed, her breathing escalated.
    “ I’ve missed you.” His voice sounded strained.
    They stood perfectly still, her eyes closed as she focused on breathing slower.
    “ You scared me so much,” she whispered.
    “ I’m sorry...”
    Their breath mixed in the silent room and her own heartbeat resonated in her head like a drum. For a moment, time stopped.
    She opened her eyes and lifted her gaze. He watched her, his blue eyes intense with regret and longing.
    “ Vig...” She swallowed hard. She should’ve stepped back, but couldn’t make herself. “Don’t...”
    Viggo’s right hand clasped the left side of her face, his other landed on her hip. With a firm grip he pulled her against him, and leaned his forehead against hers. He caressed her cheek with determined, frustrated strokes. She gasped. His fit seventeen year-old body gave her little to want for.
    “ You weren’t there when I came back.” His voice turned hoarse.
    She moved her face against his hand to feel the smooth surface of his skin against hers. His breath brushed against her face, and her lips parted. His touch robbed her of all sensible thoughts.
    “ God, I need you.” He clasped her face in both hands and eased back to look at her. His lips parted too, and the distance between them narrowed. The kiss landed on her lips, soft and familiar.
    She moved with him. Like always, she didn’t grasp how much she needed him until she felt him. His hands moved up and into her hair, entangling her red strands as the kiss deepened. He pushed her toward the couch.
    That’s when she pulled away and placed one hand on his chest. She pushed him away. “We