Page 16 of The Curse Trilogy

Chapter 2

The Wavering Barrier

“I wish I had more time with you. I’m sorry I’ve been gone so much,” Brazen breathes into our kiss, and I snuggle up a little closer while checking the clock.

“I wish I had more time with you too. They should have the tinted the skies by now,” I murmur softly, and then I walk over to check to be certain.

I stick my hand behind the very thick shade. The filtered light promises to be no threat to my full blood piece of art, and I pull it back to let the harmless orange hue shine through freely.

“I wish I could see the sun in full glow,” he murmurs sadly, and it’s almost heartbreaking.

“It’s nothing special,” I say with indifference.

If I make it seem meaningless, then maybe won’t want to see it so badly.

“It is when you’ve never seen it,” he snaps.

I bow my head shamefully. I hate it when he’s upset, and I know how much it would mean to him to enjoy the warmth of the full glowing beauty instead of hiding from it.

“I’m sorry. I was just trying to-”

“I know. I didn’t mean to… I’m still just a little ill about your new living arrangements. I don’t like you being here alone with him,” he interrupts with a huff, and I can see the exhaustion in his eyes.

“Please don’t worry. I love you, and that’s all that should matter.”

“It is, but I really do want my girl on the road with me,” he says with an adorable pouting tone.

My lips call to his, and he lifts me up to sit on the counter while filling my mouth with reluctant good-byes.

“I love you,” I murmur between his lips.

His soft, button up shirt dares me to free his immaculate body from its clutches, and I quickly oblige with a very slow seduction.

“I love you,” he utters, and then my legs wrap around his waist just before a spoiler alert sounds out.

“Attention all Seminole guests,” the loud speaker crackles out. “Training classes will start in fifteen minutes. Any personnel just visiting, please report to the gate in five minutes.”

“Damn it,” he grumbles. “I have to go.”

“I really don’t want you to go,” I almost whimper, and his lips pull mine back to them.

He draws back solemnly, and then he walks over to the far corner to grab his bag.

“Will you walk me out?” he sadly inquires.

“I always do,” I mumble, and he pulls me to his body so that my heat is forced against his chill.

“Fire and ice,” he smolders.

“It’s always a good combination for steam,” I joke with corny finesse.

“Indeed,” he seduces, and his lips offer another velvet stroke before we swish out hand-in-hand.

The assembled group plays as if they aren’t about to go on a dangerous mission, and it’s all starting to build the tense knots in my stomach.

“I’ll come back for you as soon as I can, and we’ll return to Javeline together,” Brazen coos, and then he cups my face to pull me into his wonderful kiss.

“Captain Mordel,” a man says with salute.