Page 849 of One More Kiss

Rowan

Two words.Two of the most important words I haven’t heard in over three years.

Words that will change my life again. Words that have more meaning than any can ever hold.

Two words that fate has seen fit to lavish upon me once again.

Since the moment my gaze connected with his, I have known deep in my soul, the life I have lived is about to be refashioned.

My spirit howls, crying, rejoicing. He reminds me of hope, a new beginning. My heart knows he’s special. My gaze traces his perfection.

“Yes, I will be your boy until it’s time for me to leave.”

The thought of not seeing him ever again fills me with sorrow. My heart thrashes against the notion.

Disagreeing.

Rioting.

A steeling breath heaps into my lungs, and I lean down, brushing my lips over his. Some may think we are moving fast, but what do they know about the desire of our hearts?

It is perfect for us.

I don’t believe in waiting for things to take their own course. Taking life by the horn is what I believe. I believe in nudging, giving a slight push to make things happen.

And like in every other thing, it has worked its charm.

He’s spending tonight and the next six nights with me, and I’m going to make sure they are memorable and worth sticking around for.

“Where are you staying?”

“Here, in this hotel.”

Is that fate’s way of saying I should not lose this opportunity? Because if it is, then fate doesn’t need to tell me twice!

“I’m staying here, too. Call your friend and let him know you won’t be coming back tonight.”

He nods and retrieves his cellphone and speed dials his friend Calder with trembling fingers.

“Hey, man, I won’t be coming back to our room tonight,” he says, then there’s silence. He nods several times, his eyes looking anywhere but at me. A pretty blush kisses his cheeks, and I have the urge to bend down and bite them.

He sinks his teeth into his lower lips. “Okay. Yeah, see you tomorrow morning.” He ends the call and shoves his phone back into his pants pocket. “Done,” he whispers.

I nod and snake my arm around his waist and guide us out through the horde of bodies grinding and swaying. We reach the lobby and wait for the elevator.

His persistent foot tapping and the trembling of his throat cues me to his nervousness.

I touch his back, and his body immediately curls into my touch.

And I want to wrap around him, cocoon him, protect him. From what, you ask? Unknown threat. Prying eyes. The list is endless. Even from Fate? Hell yes, even Fate!

He’s a catch, and he’s offered himself to me. I’m unable to stop myself from taking the offer, from bathing in his heat. In his reverence.

Although, I will myself to hold back, to pull away a little, and let him come to me. It’s a futile effort.

Waste of time.

The pull, the tug of the threads binding, is strong enough to hold us together, a spring holding us captive.

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