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I touch the word on his lips and he kisses my fingers. His
eyes are two pools of perfection, open, honest, humble. “I
don’t know what to do,” he says, and it’s like a confession
that costs him so much more than I can understand. Control
is slipping through his fingers and he’s desperate to hold on.
“Tell me what to do.”
I can hear our heartbeats in the silence between us. I
study the shape of his lips, the strong lines of his face, the
eyelashes any girl would kill for, the deep dark blue of the
eyes I’ve learned to swim in. I offer him the only possibility I
have. “Kenji’s plan might be worth considering.”
“You trust him?” Adam leans back, surprised.
“I don’t think he’s lying about knowing a place we can go.”
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
“Why not . . . ?”
Something that might not be a laugh. “I might kill him
before we even get there.”
My lips twist into a sad smile. “There isn’t any other place
for us to hide, is there?”
The sun is revolving around the moon when he responds.
He shakes his head. Once. Fast. Tight.
I squeeze his hand. “Then we have to try.”
“What the hell are you doing in there?” Kenji shouts
through the door. Pounds it a couple times. “I mean, shit,
man, I don’t think there’s ever a bad time to get naked, but
now is probably not the best time for a nooner. So unless
you want to get killed, I suggest you get your ass out here.
We have to get ready to go.”
“I might kill him right now,” Adam changes his mind.
I take his face in my hands, tip up on my toes and kiss
him. His lips are 2 pillows, so soft, so sweet. “I love you.”
He’s looking into my eyes and looking at my mouth and
his voice is a husky whisper. “Yeah?”
“Absolutely.”