Things are being rebuilt, and every day there is visible progress. I’m thankful that Will and I live in a nice section of town, just two doors down from each other. He’s living back with his parents, and me with my mom, but we’re planning for our own place soon. I don’t think I can take sneaking around, plotting for alone time like this for much longer. Will possess more self-control than I do, but he’s had enough too.
“Get over here, we only have an hour before my mom’s back from shopping.” I pull him towards my bed and Will lets out a low chuckle.
“So impatient.”
At least he doesn’t use another word. Because horny would describe me right now too. Will lies down and pulls me to his chest. He gazes down at me with a mix of love and wonder in his eyes.
Some things have changed so much in the last two years .Will is a commander in the new military, and I am a nurse, having traded weapons for medicines and tools, something Kai inspired me to do. Kai is now married and his wife is expecting, we see them occasionally and every time, my heart is filled with happiness for him. Other things haven’t really changed at all – like how I break out in chill-bumps when Will touches me, oh and my mother is still a bit crazy, that hasn’t changed either. But neither has my love for her. Things are far from perfect, but I feel whole, complete and I am thankful.
It’s true, crimes happen and bad things still take place, but free will is better than mind-control and a handful of evil, corrupt men controlling the masses. I choose to see the positive and be part of rebuilding our broken society.
“Will?”
“Hm?” he asks, working his hand under the edge of my shirt to rest his palm against my belly.
“We’re down to fifty-eight minutes…”
He laughs, a rich deep chuckle that tumbles from his lips and vibrates through me as he buries his face against my neck. I will never tire of hearing his laugh. It was absent for so long. I’ve made a promise to myself to enjoy every day, to live life to its fullest, and that includes embracing each and every minute I get with Will.
“God I love you,” he breathes, still chuckling against my neck.
“Love you too. Now pants…off.”
He complies, his hands joining mine as I struggle to undress us both.
Once we’re undressed, he takes my wrists, securing them above my head. “Slow down, Eve. I still have fifty-seven minutes. Don’t rush me, I want to enjoy every second of this.”
A slow smile spreads across my lips. I’m still smiling as Will begins to kiss me, deep and possessive and I forget all about rushing and savor every bit of our time together.
Time is the one thing we are not guaranteed. I’d learned that lesson once before. I turn myself over to the sensations and let go, living in the moment. And this particular moment is definitely worth savoring.
~ The End ~
Acknowledgements
I would like to thank my readers first and foremost. You guys are why I do this. I appreciate each and every one of you. *hugs*
Thank you also to my husband for all your encouragement and love on this journey.
About the Author
Ryann Kerekes writes young adult and new adult romance. She lives in Minnesota with a super cute husband and two puppies, one of which might be part monkey. Visit her at: www.RyannKerekes.com to learn more!
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A good girl trying to find herself.
A troubled boy running from his past.
The seductive allure of the cirque.
One summer that will change them both forever …
Eighteen-year-old ballerina Ariel is determined to experience life outside the dance studio. She auditions for the cirque on a whim, and though ballet training didn’t prepare her for dodging knives, she refuses to flinch and wins the spot of target girl alongside Gabriel, the mysterious knife-thrower. There’s something unmistakably dangerous yet tempting about Gabriel’s crystal blue eyes and tattoos. She’s determined to solve the mystery of his past after learning he’s on the run from the law. Especially since the distraction is just what she needs to avoid admitting to her parents she was dismissed from her ballet contract.
The more she learns about Gabriel, the scars on his body, the foster homes he grew up in, and his fascination with knives, she knows she should run the other way, but that boy’s like crack, oh so bad for you, yet addicting as hell. When he’s arrested and forced to deal with his past, she has to choose between putting her own life back together and dealing with her parents, or taking a chance on Gabriel, as no one else has.
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