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presume anything with you.”
She gripped his shirt. “Yes. Please. Win it and set me free.”
Again, she stopped herself from begging him to help her, to truly open the gates to her escape. Instead, she pulled him down for a kiss.
The world fell away and they were perched on the pinnacle, the air hugging them and spilling through her unbound hair. Johnny’s kiss started sweetly, tasting her, dashing his tongue across her lips, and then venturing deeper. The shimmer sparkled within her veins. And as their connection solidified his arms banded about her back and he held her safely in the sky. She could fly, and did not fear a fall.
She whispered against his mouth, “Let’s fly.”
He didn’t reply ‘Whatever you wish’. She would hate that. Only the Dark one said that. All the time. Instead, Johnny pulled from her, studying her gaze, unsure, perhaps startled she’d made such a wild request.
“We can’t fly,” he said. Then that charming smile assumed control. He held out his hand for hers. An eyebrow quirked above his twinkling, do-you-dare gaze. “But we can jump into the unknown.”
“Sounds exciting. Do you dare?”
“Dare?” The cocky man, who knew how to work the crowds as well as she, thrust back a shoulder and fisted the air in a rock n’ roll salute. And then he swept her into his arms and jumped.
They fell quickly, not flighty or dreamy as Kam imagined this kind of leap of faith must go. The air burnished her skin, so she pressed a cheek against Johnny’s chest and clung to him. His powerful build hugged her so she felt no matter what happened at the bottom the jump would be worth it. If for the thrill, a few brief seconds of freedom.
In his arms.
Halfway down, Johnny kicked off from the side of the iron structure. It widened as they fell, so he did it a few more times. Vamps could jump great distances, but flying was out of their range (unless magic was involved). He landed on his feet, legs bending to cushion the abrupt landing. The jar of their bodies hitting solid ground shook out an ouff from Johnny. Cradled in his arms, Kam remained safe.
“Hell yeah!” He spun her around on the grass before the tower.
Kambriel’s heart pulsed for this new and wondrous adventure inside this man’s heart.
* * *
Johnny walked Kam home, across the pont d’Iena and past the Trocadero where the protestors still sang some kind of mellow save-the-trees ditty. The sky was beginning to lighten by the time they reached the massive black door that opened to the private courtyard before Kam’s home.
She must have sensed his apprehension because her fingers landed on his cheek softly and she smiled at him. Her gentle touches felt real, like the only part of her that was genuine. Not that he thought she was faking anything. He bet even she wasn’t sure who she was at times, because he couldn’t get a read on her.
“Sunrise soon,” he said. “I need to be behind closed doors and in a dark room when that happens.”
“You don’t do the sun?” she asked.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen the sun rise. But I’m not Anakim.” That vampire tribe was actually allergic to the sun. They couldn’t walk in daylight without instantly burning. His breed could go out in the sun for short periods before their skin would slowly burn. “My parents raised me this way. Up all night. Sleep through the sunrise. I do need to check in with my mother, too. The family thing I mentioned earlier. But Kam, I’m not sure how to walk away from you.”
He didn’t sense she wanted to invite him in, because she hadn’t punched in the digital code or suggested he come inside. That was cool. He didn’t want to rush her. And he’d meant what he’d said atop the Eiffel Tower. He wanted to feel worthy in her eyes and not push the relationship to something it was not.
“The sunrise is beautiful,” Kam said. “I hope
She gripped his shirt. “Yes. Please. Win it and set me free.”
Again, she stopped herself from begging him to help her, to truly open the gates to her escape. Instead, she pulled him down for a kiss.
The world fell away and they were perched on the pinnacle, the air hugging them and spilling through her unbound hair. Johnny’s kiss started sweetly, tasting her, dashing his tongue across her lips, and then venturing deeper. The shimmer sparkled within her veins. And as their connection solidified his arms banded about her back and he held her safely in the sky. She could fly, and did not fear a fall.
She whispered against his mouth, “Let’s fly.”
He didn’t reply ‘Whatever you wish’. She would hate that. Only the Dark one said that. All the time. Instead, Johnny pulled from her, studying her gaze, unsure, perhaps startled she’d made such a wild request.
“We can’t fly,” he said. Then that charming smile assumed control. He held out his hand for hers. An eyebrow quirked above his twinkling, do-you-dare gaze. “But we can jump into the unknown.”
“Sounds exciting. Do you dare?”
“Dare?” The cocky man, who knew how to work the crowds as well as she, thrust back a shoulder and fisted the air in a rock n’ roll salute. And then he swept her into his arms and jumped.
They fell quickly, not flighty or dreamy as Kam imagined this kind of leap of faith must go. The air burnished her skin, so she pressed a cheek against Johnny’s chest and clung to him. His powerful build hugged her so she felt no matter what happened at the bottom the jump would be worth it. If for the thrill, a few brief seconds of freedom.
In his arms.
Halfway down, Johnny kicked off from the side of the iron structure. It widened as they fell, so he did it a few more times. Vamps could jump great distances, but flying was out of their range (unless magic was involved). He landed on his feet, legs bending to cushion the abrupt landing. The jar of their bodies hitting solid ground shook out an ouff from Johnny. Cradled in his arms, Kam remained safe.
“Hell yeah!” He spun her around on the grass before the tower.
Kambriel’s heart pulsed for this new and wondrous adventure inside this man’s heart.
* * *
Johnny walked Kam home, across the pont d’Iena and past the Trocadero where the protestors still sang some kind of mellow save-the-trees ditty. The sky was beginning to lighten by the time they reached the massive black door that opened to the private courtyard before Kam’s home.
She must have sensed his apprehension because her fingers landed on his cheek softly and she smiled at him. Her gentle touches felt real, like the only part of her that was genuine. Not that he thought she was faking anything. He bet even she wasn’t sure who she was at times, because he couldn’t get a read on her.
“Sunrise soon,” he said. “I need to be behind closed doors and in a dark room when that happens.”
“You don’t do the sun?” she asked.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen the sun rise. But I’m not Anakim.” That vampire tribe was actually allergic to the sun. They couldn’t walk in daylight without instantly burning. His breed could go out in the sun for short periods before their skin would slowly burn. “My parents raised me this way. Up all night. Sleep through the sunrise. I do need to check in with my mother, too. The family thing I mentioned earlier. But Kam, I’m not sure how to walk away from you.”
He didn’t sense she wanted to invite him in, because she hadn’t punched in the digital code or suggested he come inside. That was cool. He didn’t want to rush her. And he’d meant what he’d said atop the Eiffel Tower. He wanted to feel worthy in her eyes and not push the relationship to something it was not.
“The sunrise is beautiful,” Kam said. “I hope
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