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. Wow, she said, working to regulate her breathing. Now thatI know you re a kissing god, let me apologize for thedisappointment.I m a bit out of practice, she said, her cheeksburning beneath the rain trailing down them. Kissing Ty was likemaking out with a snake all tongue and no lips, she said, doingan exaggerated shudder while I worked at keeping the flash of ragecaged. I tried to avoid it at all costs. I have an easy solution for getting you back in practice, youknow, I said, sliding the sheets of wet hair behind her shoulders.Iknow, I said, sliding the sheets of wet hair behind her shoulders.Iunderstood why those romantic comedy directors dug the kissingin the rain scene.It was tough to beat.She tried giving me a stern look that ended up being too playfulfor me not to give her an example.So I showed her. Practice, I whispered in the space between our mouths, riversof rain polishing our lips.And I showed her again. Tireless days and nights of practice, I said a minute later, andthis time my own breath was hitching in a way I d never felt before.Another very Mortal, non-Immortal paramount shortness ofbreath. I like the way you think, she said, sucking a drop of rain frommy bottom lip.I lost the feeling in my lower half, it was thatparalyzing of a sensation.I wanted to rinse and repeat that feeling acouple dozen times a day.And this time, she showed me.It didn t seem like she needed And this time, she showed me.It didn t seem like she neededmuch practice to get her  back-in-practice, but I suppose sinceeveryone passing by was giving us a good ten second rubber-neck,we were accelerating her through an intensive course.A couple passed us and, even though they were no threat and afew car lengths away, I couldn t shut my survival instincts off eventhough the woman in front of me was kissing the living daylights outof me.Now that I had something priceless, all my own, to love andprotect, I wasn t about to put the indestructible killer runningthrough me up on a shelf. Isn t that the guy who got his ass beat by that chick sboyfriend? one said to the other, like it was common knowledge. Yep, the other replied. Looks like he s going to take anotherbeating too.That conversation got me thinking about something other thanthe way Emma s mouth felt against mine. Call him and end it, I said, running my hands down her neck.  Call him and end it, I said, running my hands down her neck. I don t want any piece of him between us for another minute.Endit. It was a plea, not a demand, but it was also a need, not a want.Fear, raw and rugged, coated her eyes before she threw thatcurtain over them. I ve been avoiding him all week, she said in asmall voice. I think he s got the picture. Make it official. I slid the phone out of my dripping suitpocket, holding it out for her. Tell him I m your man.Tell him I myours and you re mine and if he comes within a football field ofyou, I won t hesitate to send him back to hell with the rest of hisdemon brethren.She bit her lip, looking down. Be free of him for good. I held my finger at the ready, onlyneeding the numbers.I d call him for her if that s what she needed.Hell, it would have been a pleasure. Okay, she breathed, nodding her head. I ll tell him tonight.Now, she clarified, picking up her backpack to leave.Now, she clarified, picking up her backpack to leave. If you think I m letting you out of my buff, lonely, desperatearms any time tonight, you re gravely mistaken, I teased, pullingher back to me. You can break up with him right here.No handsrequired. I adjusted the phone beside her ear, and smiled.She took a heavy breath, attempting to draw in something shewas short on. After six years of cowering to him, I m going toface him now.For the first time, I m going to stand up to him sothe last thing he ll remember of me was that I wasn t afraid of himanymore. Okay, Em, you re freaking me out a bit here, I said, rubbingslow circles into her arms [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]