Serial Story: Under His Wing, Part 18
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Dunning Manor, Book 1
Under His Wing
Part 18
Standing up on her tip-toes, Katie reached for Thomas, intent on pulling his lips back to hers. But he resisted, holding her back and shaking his head.
“I think that’s good for now. Come on. We should keep moving if we’re going to find a ride into town.”
Katie didn’t know what to say when he turned and started walking away. She felt the tug when he reached the invisible boundary and considered forcing him to wait until she could process what had just happened, but he was right - they did need to move.
Still, kissing Peter had never felt like...that. She licked her lips where the taste of him lingered and wanted more. Much more. Just how far would he go to sell their cover story, she wondered? With the boundary binding them together, they’d have to sleep in close proximity as well...
Stumbling over the apex of a small rise, she focused on her footing as she followed him down the steep slope on the other side that led to the shoulder of a two-lane backroad, paved but cracking in disrepair. They walked along the shoulder for awhile, the silence comfortable as the last vestiges of light slipped below the horizon.
“Doesn’t seem to be much traffic,” Katie remarked, trying to ignore her aching feet and legs. Zariah had given her a pair of sandals to wear with her robe, but they were basically just a thick leather sole with laces. They worked fine for keeping her skin intact, less so for providing any sort of cushioning.
“As I’d hoped,” Thomas replied. He was several steps ahead of her, his back still straight and strides still strong. Of course he had shoes on - tennis shoes, just like Katie normally would wear. It was just her dumb luck that no one her size had visited the manor in this century to leave clothing behind. Either that, or Zariah had lied, and this was another test.
“Hang on, Katie Watson. We won’t be walking much further.”
She perked up at the thought. “So we’re close then? It felt so much farther when I was in Peter’s trunk.”
Thomas stopped, standing totally still for a moment before he turned and moved to her side, tucking her under one arm as a lover might do.
“Our ride is coming. Just act normal and stick to our story, okay?”
She frowned as headlights appeared around a bend they’d turned a little ways back.
“We never did make up a good story. How did we meet? When? How did you steal me from Peter?” Looking up at him, she could just see his lips curving up in a smile as the headlights grew closer.
“I’m a friend of Peter’s,” he said, his tone calm and even as he stuck out his thumb at the driver. “There was a party three nights ago - that’s where Peter took you, and that’s where we met. You made me dinner. I fell for you in spite of it.”
Surprised to see the car actually stopping, Katie resisted the urge to punch him in the arm.
“I hope it’s not a mur--” stopping abruptly, she peered closer at the vehicle as they walked toward it. “Hey, I know this car! It’s--”
The driver, a slender young woman with hair falling around her shoulders like a shampoo commercial got out of the car and ran toward them, her arms open wide.
“Katie! Oh my God - where have you been? We’ve been so worried...”
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Dunning Manor, Book 1
Under His Wing
Part 18
Standing up on her tip-toes, Katie reached for Thomas, intent on pulling his lips back to hers. But he resisted, holding her back and shaking his head.
“I think that’s good for now. Come on. We should keep moving if we’re going to find a ride into town.”
Katie didn’t know what to say when he turned and started walking away. She felt the tug when he reached the invisible boundary and considered forcing him to wait until she could process what had just happened, but he was right - they did need to move.
Still, kissing Peter had never felt like...that. She licked her lips where the taste of him lingered and wanted more. Much more. Just how far would he go to sell their cover story, she wondered? With the boundary binding them together, they’d have to sleep in close proximity as well...
Stumbling over the apex of a small rise, she focused on her footing as she followed him down the steep slope on the other side that led to the shoulder of a two-lane backroad, paved but cracking in disrepair. They walked along the shoulder for awhile, the silence comfortable as the last vestiges of light slipped below the horizon.
“Doesn’t seem to be much traffic,” Katie remarked, trying to ignore her aching feet and legs. Zariah had given her a pair of sandals to wear with her robe, but they were basically just a thick leather sole with laces. They worked fine for keeping her skin intact, less so for providing any sort of cushioning.
“As I’d hoped,” Thomas replied. He was several steps ahead of her, his back still straight and strides still strong. Of course he had shoes on - tennis shoes, just like Katie normally would wear. It was just her dumb luck that no one her size had visited the manor in this century to leave clothing behind. Either that, or Zariah had lied, and this was another test.
“Hang on, Katie Watson. We won’t be walking much further.”
She perked up at the thought. “So we’re close then? It felt so much farther when I was in Peter’s trunk.”
Thomas stopped, standing totally still for a moment before he turned and moved to her side, tucking her under one arm as a lover might do.
“Our ride is coming. Just act normal and stick to our story, okay?”
She frowned as headlights appeared around a bend they’d turned a little ways back.
“We never did make up a good story. How did we meet? When? How did you steal me from Peter?” Looking up at him, she could just see his lips curving up in a smile as the headlights grew closer.
“I’m a friend of Peter’s,” he said, his tone calm and even as he stuck out his thumb at the driver. “There was a party three nights ago - that’s where Peter took you, and that’s where we met. You made me dinner. I fell for you in spite of it.”
Surprised to see the car actually stopping, Katie resisted the urge to punch him in the arm.
“I hope it’s not a mur--” stopping abruptly, she peered closer at the vehicle as they walked toward it. “Hey, I know this car! It’s--”
The driver, a slender young woman with hair falling around her shoulders like a shampoo commercial got out of the car and ran toward them, her arms open wide.
“Katie! Oh my God - where have you been? We’ve been so worried...”
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