Page 39 of Perfect Tragedy
“Yes, of course.”
“I don’t know if I’ll have access to my phone often, or when, but maybe you can email me? I’ll check it as often as I can.”
“I can do that,” I promise.
“Good. That’s good,” he nods, “I’d like that.”
We’re quiet as he looks out toward his property again.
“I started to tell you in the barn before your dad came in, that I’m going to miss you. You suggested that I won’t, but that’s not the case. You. Your family. Jack. You have become my family - my home.”
Swallowing thickly, I nod.
“Do you remember the day we met?” He asks.
A smile comes to my face immediately, “How could I forget? I still have scars that remind me.”
I can feel his gaze on my face, so I turn toward him. His gaze captures mine and his look is so intense, I lose my breath.
“Scars?”
“From when I fell. The one at my eyebrow. I also have one on the side of my lip from where a branch hit me on my way down.”
His eyes immediately move to my mouth. “Is that where that’s from? You’re lucky you weren’t hurt worse than you were.”
I nod, but inside I’m thinking he noticed my mouth?
“You know, I’ll never forget the first time I saw you,” he almost whispers.
“You mean when I was flat on the ground and bleeding?”
He chuckles and the sound moving across me prickles my skin. “Who would have thought that you’d end up being one of the most important people in my life?”
Suddenly, he cups the side of my face and I lose my breath.
His eyes look deeply into mine. His thumb brushes the scar at the side of my mouth and before I can even prepare he places a kiss there.
I. Stop. Breathing.
He pulls away from me and stares into my eyes, almost like he’s asking permission. I don’t know what he sees in my face, I don’t even know when I started breathing again, but his face starts to move to my own. My breath hitches, chills break out over my body, I feel his fingers flex against my face. All I can see are his lips coming toward my own. I close my eyes.
“Sienna? Blake?”
Blake jumps away from me at the sound of Jack’s voice below.
My breaths are coming in and out so sharply, I’m afraid I’m going to hyperventilate.
Blake stares at me.
I stare back.
He swallows hard.
“Sienna? Blake? Are you guys up there?”
“Y-yeah,” Blake calls clearing his throat and shaking his head.
Seconds later, Jack’s head pops through the bottom of the treehouse as he pushes the hatch open.
