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March 20-23, 2013
She opened up the door as far as the chain lock would allow. Verifying that friend, not foe, stood on the other side, she closed the door, unlocked it, and reopened it. She grabbed him by the collar with one hand, and with a confused look, he allowed her to push him back toward his motorcycle.
“Don’t say anything or do anything except strap down my backpack and take me to a hotel, now! It’s a matter of life and death, so hurry the fuck up!”
“What the…? No problem.”
FIRST AWARENESS OF EACH OTHER…
“You got words for me, Red?”
“I got plenty for you, Nate.” She poked his chest, trying to push him back a bit. “Wanna hear some? How about, you’re a jerk for walking into my dressing room without permission? How about, what the hell was that back there, asking my dress size and calling me sexy as hell? How about—”
Her next words were gobbled up by a hot, urgent mouth pressed against her own. Strong hands held her shoulders, guiding her closer to his body as he deepened his assault on her lips. At first, she didn’t know what to do. He’d shocked the hell out of her with his aggression. She couldn’t help noticing some of her protective walls had been torn asunder, and well-guarded ramparts were crumbling. Eyes that at first had flown open wide were now fluttering closed as her mind claimed temporary insanity.
“Well? You obviously know something and you’re not telling me. We don’t go one step further in this quest until you tell me what’s happening here. Who are those freakish guys with the wacked-out eyes? And who are you, really?”
“Can we take this inside? I really don’t want to do this in public.”
“Fine. Let’s go.”
Shit. Why can’t anything be simple? Why did I have to be so God-damned observant and see those flaming red eyes?
She stomped past him and through the sliding-glass doors, waving off a too-friendly doorman. The elevator ride lasted an eternity. Callie chose to brood while he refused to speak or even look at her.
“…I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere. We’ll fix things now.” She whimpered as his fingers slid through her hair and massaged her scalp. “Let me fix things. Let me fix you.”
His words were a soothing tonic, a hypnotizing mantra in her head that she didn’t want to stop. She sniffled and hiccupped. One minute blended into another as she held on to him, the only lifeline in a world spinning out of control.
“I don’t really hate you.” She spoke softly after minutes of silence. “I…couldn’t….” She hiccupped again. “Hate you. You’re too freakin’ nice.” She shook her head gently and looked up into his beautiful green eyes, seeking unspoken forgiveness for her abrasive words. She rubbed her lips together and moistened them with her tongue.
Nathanael cupped her cheek and caressed it with the pad of his thumb. He leaned in slowly until he was but a hair’s breadth away from her face, and then closed the distance to kiss her oh-so-gently. She lost herself in the warmth and pressure of his lips, and tears started anew as her heart skipped a beat from the simplicity of it all. As they parted, he looked bewildered. Her own shock met his. But she couldn’t help herself. She needed him desperately, man and angel. She needed to replace her scarred memories with something as beautiful and wondrous as an angel’s kiss. So she touched her hands to his face and guided him back to her lips.
QUESTION FOR YOU:
WHAT WOULD YOU SAY TO A BRETHREN ANGEL THE FIRST TIME YOU MEET HIM? I WILL PICK A WINNER AT RANDOM TO RECEIVE A FREE COLLECTOR’S EDITION OF NATHANAEL’S HUNT AND TRINITY, BOOK 1!