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His breathing had changed from light to heavy, and he exhaled against Mia’s neck. His hand was still between her legs, and she winced as she thought of the intimacy it represented. He was draped around her so tight she felt every muscle twitch, heard every sigh, smelled his earthiness—a combination of grass and leather. She could still recall his taste, a combination of mint and citrus and a faint taste of tobacco, a habit she wished he’d forgo for the sake of his health.
She felt more connected to Augie than to anyone she’d ever known. He seemed to sense it too, given the way he held her. He’d said she guided him away from his demons as a Sherpa guides mountaineers from danger. Maybe they had both been lost at sea, but together could survive the storm.
Yeah, and wasn’t that a fanciful thought? How many years had she longed for a companion? At least since she turned sixteen. She closed her eyes and basked in the hold he had on her. Aware of the ridiculous smile on her face, she focused on the sway of the train and the rhythm of his body.
A shrill, high-pitched scream came from behind her, from Augie. She tried to twist in his arms, but couldn’t move because of his tight hold. The back of her shirt was wet from his perspiration. “Augie.” She slid her fingers over his arm and rubbed.
“No. Please, no.” Another scream. “I can’t do it.”
“Augie.” She pulled at the hair on his arm and immediately felt the change in his respiration as his body tensed. He moved, disengaging from her. First his hand slid from her pants. Then his arm pulled from beneath her. With his warmth no longer pressed against her, she felt cold. She turned to rest on her other side and to watch him. He had his knee bent, and his right hand rested under his head as his left scrubbed at his face.
He was different now, not the way he’d been a few hours ago when he’d talked her through her climax with his soft and sultry breath in her ear.
“You were having another nightmare. Was it about the children? Were you at the rescue?”
He scrubbed his face again, but this time his hand moved to his hair and rubbed vigorously. “I was.”
She started to trace the length of his arm with her fingers, but stopped when he flinched. His demeanor had turned a complete one eighty, and she hoped she could help him get back to that carefree, happy place.
“Something bad happened with the rescue.”
His head turned; his eyes were slits. “It was the fucking Afghan war. So yeah, bad shit happened.”
Lots of people she’d helped at the crisis center screamed and yelled and shouted expletives when they were coming to terms with their past. Not surprised, she pressed on. “What happened to the children?”
“It’s been nine years. I haven’t spoken to anyone about what happened, and I’m not going to start now, so spare me your psychoanalysis.”
“I’m not psychoanalyzing you, Augie. I’m offering an ear, if you need to talk, as a friend.”
“Just because you were isolated and alone with no friends doesn’t mean I was. If I’d needed to talk to someone, I would have found someone nine years ago . I don’t need you to save me.”
He sat up, hitting his head against the ceiling. “Fuck!” He rubbed at the spot with his hand. “What are you playing at anyway? You’re coming on very strong, wanting to be best friends and trying to get me to take your virginity. It’s like you want to trap me.” He turned to look at her. “And besides, I’ve got enough friends back home. People I’ve known much longer than I’ve known you … and women too for that matter, older than you and more experienced. I don’t need anyone else in my life, especially not a girl from the Canadian countryside.”
He climbed down and started pacing.
Mia rolled to the wall. Tears rolled down across her nose and onto the sheets. She willed herself not to make a sound. They were stuck on this train until they reached their destination and
She felt more connected to Augie than to anyone she’d ever known. He seemed to sense it too, given the way he held her. He’d said she guided him away from his demons as a Sherpa guides mountaineers from danger. Maybe they had both been lost at sea, but together could survive the storm.
Yeah, and wasn’t that a fanciful thought? How many years had she longed for a companion? At least since she turned sixteen. She closed her eyes and basked in the hold he had on her. Aware of the ridiculous smile on her face, she focused on the sway of the train and the rhythm of his body.
A shrill, high-pitched scream came from behind her, from Augie. She tried to twist in his arms, but couldn’t move because of his tight hold. The back of her shirt was wet from his perspiration. “Augie.” She slid her fingers over his arm and rubbed.
“No. Please, no.” Another scream. “I can’t do it.”
“Augie.” She pulled at the hair on his arm and immediately felt the change in his respiration as his body tensed. He moved, disengaging from her. First his hand slid from her pants. Then his arm pulled from beneath her. With his warmth no longer pressed against her, she felt cold. She turned to rest on her other side and to watch him. He had his knee bent, and his right hand rested under his head as his left scrubbed at his face.
He was different now, not the way he’d been a few hours ago when he’d talked her through her climax with his soft and sultry breath in her ear.
“You were having another nightmare. Was it about the children? Were you at the rescue?”
He scrubbed his face again, but this time his hand moved to his hair and rubbed vigorously. “I was.”
She started to trace the length of his arm with her fingers, but stopped when he flinched. His demeanor had turned a complete one eighty, and she hoped she could help him get back to that carefree, happy place.
“Something bad happened with the rescue.”
His head turned; his eyes were slits. “It was the fucking Afghan war. So yeah, bad shit happened.”
Lots of people she’d helped at the crisis center screamed and yelled and shouted expletives when they were coming to terms with their past. Not surprised, she pressed on. “What happened to the children?”
“It’s been nine years. I haven’t spoken to anyone about what happened, and I’m not going to start now, so spare me your psychoanalysis.”
“I’m not psychoanalyzing you, Augie. I’m offering an ear, if you need to talk, as a friend.”
“Just because you were isolated and alone with no friends doesn’t mean I was. If I’d needed to talk to someone, I would have found someone nine years ago . I don’t need you to save me.”
He sat up, hitting his head against the ceiling. “Fuck!” He rubbed at the spot with his hand. “What are you playing at anyway? You’re coming on very strong, wanting to be best friends and trying to get me to take your virginity. It’s like you want to trap me.” He turned to look at her. “And besides, I’ve got enough friends back home. People I’ve known much longer than I’ve known you … and women too for that matter, older than you and more experienced. I don’t need anyone else in my life, especially not a girl from the Canadian countryside.”
He climbed down and started pacing.
Mia rolled to the wall. Tears rolled down across her nose and onto the sheets. She willed herself not to make a sound. They were stuck on this train until they reached their destination and
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