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A chance at resolution.
It would be exactly the type of thing Xiomara would do.
Kara sighed out loud, and Logan hugged her just a little tighter against him. The gesture was sweet. Genuine.
“So we take it slow?” he asked.
“Yeah. See what happens.”
“No promises,” Logan added.
“And we try not to act like assholes,” she smirked. “This time around.”
“Sounds good.”
Kara looked up into his hard brown eyes. On a whim, she leaned in and kissed him. It was a real kiss finally; entirely free from guilt. One without restraint, or inhibition, or explanation. Logan kissed her back and she melted into him, their lips playing softly against one another’s as their tongues danced.
There was no hurry, no sense of urgency. Just a primal need to be close again, to be with one another and not feel badly about it. She and Logan kissed like that for a long time, in the quiet universe of the moving car, while the miles stretched out behind them.
Then came sleep.
It had been a long time since Kara could remember being this content. Her eyelids were heavy — they felt like they weight fifty pounds each. Already she could feel them clos
ing…
Suddenly she bolted upright, her eyes flying open in alarm.
“Holy shit!”
“What?” asked Logan groggily.
“The recording,” Kara said quickly. “The video equipment!” Her whole body went cold. “Do you think Jeremy remembered to erase it?”
Logan’s half-grin wasn’t making things better. He stretched his arms overhead and yawned.
“Not a chance,” he smiled as he drifted off to sleep.
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Melody hurried along the halls of Blackstone Manor, struggling to keep up. It seemed no matter how fast she moved, she was still lagging behind. Which made no sense really, because the woman she was following was little more than half her size.
“The ball is tomorrow night,” said Xiomara. “But there are few things we need to go over first, so pay attention.”
The small African woman turned a sharp corner, causing her colorful kaftan robe to flare out behind her. Melody stopped gawking at the scenery and picked up the pace. It took some effort, but eventually she caught up.
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