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through me while my
body submits to his completely, molding into his lean form as we eagerly press
into each other. I can feel the button from his jeans pushing into my stomach. Is
this really happening?
    As he pulls
his lips away, I open my eyes to see that his are still closed. I watch each
feathery black lash until they flutter and part, displaying the deep ocean-blue
of his irises. Studying his face, I wonder if my lips are just as flushed as
his are.
    We both say,
"Wow" at the same time. And when we laugh, we share the air between
our mouths, which quiver only an inch or so from each other still. Breathing
heavily, I blink up at Sloan, realizing I've somehow met the wall with my back.
With my right hand fisted tightly in his shirt, I have pulled the collar of the
soft material down enough to see the fine hairs just below his collar bone.
Slowly I open my hand, splaying my fingers across his chest as one of his arms
tightens around my waist. I wasn't even aware he was holding me until I feel
his fingers dig into my hip. The sweet and sour smell of grapefruit fills the
air around us as I struggle to regulate my breathing.
    Finding
comfort in the cool wall, I lean against it for support. Sloan closes the gap
between us by lightly touching his lips to mine; not quite a kiss, more like a
promise of a future one, before he leans back slightly and runs his free hand
through my hair. He's twisting it slowly around his fingers when a door opens
behind him.
    "Gosh,
I'm sorry to interrupt," says the elderly man that exits one of the two
departure rooms. Even though he smiles, we break apart and step away from one
another like we were caught making out by the school principal.
    Sloan coughs
nervously and lifts a hand at the volunteer while I clamp my mouth shut with my
teeth to keep from giggling out loud. After the man removes his assignment card
from the massive wall on the other side of the room, he gives us a quick nod
before making a haste escape.
    "Busted,"
Sloan says quietly before returning to my side.
    I let the
giggle out and smile up at him, "Yeah, busted is right."
    "Are we
in trouble now?" he asks me quietly as he leans a hand against the wall,
effectively trapping me.
    "If we
are, I don't really care," I breathe.
    "God, I
was hoping you'd say that," he says teasingly against my ear. As his mouth
moves along my jaw, finding its way back to my lips, a light flashes in between
us.
    "What's
that?" he asks as he looks down at my chest.
    My pendant is
glowing. What?! Absolute worst timing, EVER!
    "I…I
have a case," I stammer, wishing his mouth was still against mine.
    "Oh."
He pulls away to get a better look at the necklace and the light that pulsates
from it. "Can I touch it?" he asks softly.
    "Of
course, it won't hurt you," I answer with a laugh.
    He fingers
the glass delicately, rolling it around in his palm. "How does it do
that?"
    "I
honestly have no idea. The first time it went off I thought I was on
fire," I answer with a smile.
    "Can you
turn it off?"
    "No, I
can't. As soon as I return it, it will just shut off on its own."
    "Like
magic," he says softly.
    "Yeah,
like magic."
    "So you
have to go now, on a case?" His eyes devour mine as he waits for my
answer.
    "Yes."
    "That's
rotten timing," he says with a laugh.
    "I was
just thinking that," I giggle, "Come on, I'll show you what to do
next."
    He pushes off
the wall reluctantly, allowing me to squeeze by him. Our thighs brush against
each other and the soft denim of his worn jeans against my exposed skin catches
my breath. The room seems to shrink around me as one of his hands slides down
my arm until our palms meet. He casually interlocks our fingers, firmly
securing himself to me as we leave the Depot room. I can't believe this. I'm
holding hands with Sloan Nash.
     
    ***
     
    It's not
until we enter the busy main room again and see Niles talking to Carlson that
Sloan gradually releases my hand. I miss the contact immediately, but don't
have long to dwell on it