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I couldn’t even. My ability to even was severely compromised.
Augustine rode in the front passenger seat, presenting me with a view of his blond head. I really wanted to reach over and smack it.
lmaoo
“The Major never sleeps. Sometimes he rests his eyes while thinking deep thoughts.”
“You’re having me tracked. I understand that I’m irresistible. It’s a cross I bear. But do try to have some self-control, Catalina. I’m embarrassed for you.”
“What look?” I asked. “The I’m-touching-the-dreamiest-guy-in-the-universe look.” “I was flustered. I’d just watched him stab a man and then smile at me like nothing happened.”
“We’re alive. I told you it would work.” “Your car is ruined.” “It’s just a car. It’s replaceable. You’re not.”
“Hey,” he shouted. “At least we finally had our drive.” “Drop dead.”
Alessandro raised his head. His amber eyes lit up and he smiled a slow, lazy smile, like a wolf cornering a doe. He was holding the pink frame with his picture in it, which I had left on my nightstand.
He tilted the photograph toward me, so the light caught the pink glitter. “Can we postpone the topic of dog treats and go back to the fact that you have my picture in a pink frame on your nightstand?” “It came with the frame.” He grinned.
“If I wanted a hot pic by my bed for relaxation, it wouldn’t be yours.” There. “You’re right. Why settle for a picture when you can have the real thing?” He spread his arms. “I’m right here.” Oh my God.
If Alessandro ever kissed me, I wouldn’t want him to stop. When he came to see me that time after the trials, asking me to go for a ride, I wanted him so much, it took all of my will to not open my wings and make him love me. In that moment, it didn’t matter that it wouldn’t be real. Being loved by him was all I had cared about.
I would deal with what it meant later. I’d rationalize and dissect it and berate myself for being stupid, but right now I just needed him to hold me, and he did.
Standing like this, with him holding me was the safest I had ever felt in the last three years. Something uncurled in me, happy and warm, and whispered that this was the perfect place for me to be.
What did it say about me? When he was with me, I felt alive. I had my family, I was never by myself unless I chose to be, but when he walked away, I suddenly felt alone, like someone had torn a vital part out of my life and I desperately needed it back. This wasn’t who I was.
I shut my eyes. “If you keep doing that, someone will kill you. Or kiss you.” My eyes snapped open. “Ah, missed my chance.”
There was nothing hesitant or gentle about it. He kissed me like he needed me to breathe.
He should’ve never kissed me. He was mine now and I wanted him.
“You’re leaving,” I said. “I have to go.” He said something else, but I couldn’t hear it over the sound of my heart breaking.
