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Chapter 12
Sage
We were a mesh of tangled limbs. Kai’s leg was thrown over mine as he held me in
his arms. We faced one another, my head resting underneath his chin. I traced a finger in the dip between his collarbones and wondered about the illusion of intimacy. I had never had a one-night stand before, and I had been prepared for awkwardness, yet all I felt was comfort.
He sighed.
“You awake?” I whispered.
“Yeah.”
I pulled back, wanting to look in the direction of his eyes. One of his hands came up to caress the curve of my cheek. He kissed me. It was a feathered dance across my lips, but not a plea for more. It was a statement of feeling, of knowledge that I rested next to him.
“Am I hogging the bed?” he asked.
I snorted. “It’s barely a bed. How can you hog it?”
Kai attempted to move over. “I’m not used to sharing a bed.”
Not to sleep, I thought dryly, but didn’t reply. His statement made me think of Connor—the last person I wanted in bed with me. But still, I couldn’t expel him from my mind. I’d broken our engagement only a month ago, and I was already in bed with another man. I shoved thoughts of Connor aside, and the guilt that came with it.
“What are you thinking about?” Kai asked quietly. His hand ran down the knobs of my spine, lingering at my tailbone.
“Nothing.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“What are you thinking about?” I countered.
“Fishing.”
“Fishing? I feel like I should be offended.”
I could hear the smile in his voice when he said, “If I was back home, this is the time I’d be getting up. I’d put on my waders, grab my pole and head out to the lake.”“I’ve never fished before.”
“No?” he asked in clear surprise.
“I’m from Brooklyn,” I said as if that explained everything.
“Aren’t you close to water?”
“The East River doesn’t count.”
He laughed.
“Actually, you can fish in Prospect Park. Have to throw the fish back though. Seems kind of like a waste.”
He made a vague noise of agreement. “I always eat what I catch. Are you tired? Do you want to go to sleep?”
“I’m kind of hungry,” I admitted. As if on cue, my stomach moaned.
“Come on, I have some food, I think.”
We got up and he slipped into boxers and I threw on his discarded t-shirt. Kai opened the refrigerator and pulled out a block of cheese, smiling in triumph. I peeled an orange that rested on the counter and set it onto a plate.
“Want some cider?” he asked.
“Sure.”
He opened a bottle of brut cider and poured it into one glass. He gave me a lopsided grin as he handed it to me. “I figured we could share. I don’t have cooties. Promise.”
My lips twitched into a grin. “I don’t believe you.”
We took our snack to the kitchen table and ate in comfortable silence. The crisp cider went down a little too easily, and soon I was feeling drowsy. I got up, set the empty dishware in the sink and turned to him and smiled.
“Are you any good? At fishing, I mean.”
“Not bad,” he said, though it sounded like feigned humbleness.
“How many fish have you caught in one trip?” I asked as I climbed into bed. Kai got in next to me and settled the covers over us before spooning me.
“Ten. All before dawn. Once the sun comes up, it’s like the fish know you’re trying to catch them.” He swept his lips across the skin below my ear. “Good night, Sage.”
“Good night, Kai.”
I dreamed of lakes.
•••
I woke just as the sun was rising, but when I attempted to get out of bed, Kai’s arm shot out and grasped my wrist.
“Don’t even think about it,” he mumbled into the pillow.
“Think about what?”
“Leaving.”
“Wasn’t planning on it.”
He chuckled as his arms wrapped around me, and I turned towards his embrace. His eyes were open; they were clear, serene, magical. “You’re a shitty liar, you know that?”
“Let me up,” I protested, struggling against his
Chapter 12
Sage
We were a mesh of tangled limbs. Kai’s leg was thrown over mine as he held me in
his arms. We faced one another, my head resting underneath his chin. I traced a finger in the dip between his collarbones and wondered about the illusion of intimacy. I had never had a one-night stand before, and I had been prepared for awkwardness, yet all I felt was comfort.
He sighed.
“You awake?” I whispered.
“Yeah.”
I pulled back, wanting to look in the direction of his eyes. One of his hands came up to caress the curve of my cheek. He kissed me. It was a feathered dance across my lips, but not a plea for more. It was a statement of feeling, of knowledge that I rested next to him.
“Am I hogging the bed?” he asked.
I snorted. “It’s barely a bed. How can you hog it?”
Kai attempted to move over. “I’m not used to sharing a bed.”
Not to sleep, I thought dryly, but didn’t reply. His statement made me think of Connor—the last person I wanted in bed with me. But still, I couldn’t expel him from my mind. I’d broken our engagement only a month ago, and I was already in bed with another man. I shoved thoughts of Connor aside, and the guilt that came with it.
“What are you thinking about?” Kai asked quietly. His hand ran down the knobs of my spine, lingering at my tailbone.
“Nothing.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“What are you thinking about?” I countered.
“Fishing.”
“Fishing? I feel like I should be offended.”
I could hear the smile in his voice when he said, “If I was back home, this is the time I’d be getting up. I’d put on my waders, grab my pole and head out to the lake.”“I’ve never fished before.”
“No?” he asked in clear surprise.
“I’m from Brooklyn,” I said as if that explained everything.
“Aren’t you close to water?”
“The East River doesn’t count.”
He laughed.
“Actually, you can fish in Prospect Park. Have to throw the fish back though. Seems kind of like a waste.”
He made a vague noise of agreement. “I always eat what I catch. Are you tired? Do you want to go to sleep?”
“I’m kind of hungry,” I admitted. As if on cue, my stomach moaned.
“Come on, I have some food, I think.”
We got up and he slipped into boxers and I threw on his discarded t-shirt. Kai opened the refrigerator and pulled out a block of cheese, smiling in triumph. I peeled an orange that rested on the counter and set it onto a plate.
“Want some cider?” he asked.
“Sure.”
He opened a bottle of brut cider and poured it into one glass. He gave me a lopsided grin as he handed it to me. “I figured we could share. I don’t have cooties. Promise.”
My lips twitched into a grin. “I don’t believe you.”
We took our snack to the kitchen table and ate in comfortable silence. The crisp cider went down a little too easily, and soon I was feeling drowsy. I got up, set the empty dishware in the sink and turned to him and smiled.
“Are you any good? At fishing, I mean.”
“Not bad,” he said, though it sounded like feigned humbleness.
“How many fish have you caught in one trip?” I asked as I climbed into bed. Kai got in next to me and settled the covers over us before spooning me.
“Ten. All before dawn. Once the sun comes up, it’s like the fish know you’re trying to catch them.” He swept his lips across the skin below my ear. “Good night, Sage.”
“Good night, Kai.”
I dreamed of lakes.
•••
I woke just as the sun was rising, but when I attempted to get out of bed, Kai’s arm shot out and grasped my wrist.
“Don’t even think about it,” he mumbled into the pillow.
“Think about what?”
“Leaving.”
“Wasn’t planning on it.”
He chuckled as his arms wrapped around me, and I turned towards his embrace. His eyes were open; they were clear, serene, magical. “You’re a shitty liar, you know that?”
“Let me up,” I protested, struggling against his
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