Abby

 

If there was such a thing as perfection, I’d think it was sipping a hot mug of coffee at about four in the morning on the back porch by the pool, waiting for the sun to come up. Beside me was Kade, dressed in a pair of sweat pants slung low on his hips, exposing his hipbones and the cut muscles of his abs. He’d foregone a shirt, despite the mostly pleasant chill of the morning, and I was grateful. I’d pulled on a sweatshirt and nothing else because I wanted to make sure that whenever he felt like touching me—tasting me, slipping inside of me, whatever he felt like—he’d have an easy time doing it.

 

Yesterday was wonderful because it was just the two of us all day. I didn’t need to go out, except to check on April, and more importantly, I didn’t want to. All I wanted to do was feel boneless in his arms, letting his touch ease away the tension that had been part of me for the better part of a year now. It was strange how easily it disappeared when he was around.

 

We were silent as the sun finally crested the horizon, just tiny jets of light streaming across the lawn. It turned the sky perfect colors of pink as it rose, bringing with it an instant heat that broke through the chilly morning air. I continued to watch it, holding the mug in both my hands, and out of the corner of my eye, spying on Kade. He seemed just as engrossed, which made me feel even better about the whole thing.

 

The sunrise felt like it belonged to only us in that moment.

 

When it made its way completely up, I finally turned toward Kade and found that he was already staring at me. I smiled at him sweetly. “What are our plans for today?”

 

He cocked an eyebrow at me. “Any chance I can convince you to stay in?”

 

I laugh softly, breathily. “I could probably be persuaded.”

 

“Good. Then come here and let’s get started.”

 

I obliged, sliding out of my chair and going to him, sitting on his lap, where I felt that he’d already grown half hard beneath me. I leaned forward and planted a kiss to his full lips that quickly deteriorated to a passionate battle of tongues. His hand slipped up my thighs until he found my core, sliding along my lips until I was a mess of moans and heat. When his fingers entered me, I fell apart. I dragged his pants down and slid myself on top of him.

 

I rode him until we both came.

 

***

 

I kept my promise and we stayed inside for the rest of the day. I wasn’t complaining. We found plenty to do, most of it involving the two of us lounging around naked or mostly naked. We watched another of my movies, which he enjoyed, though I could tell once more that it was not the sort of movie he generally watched.

 

As it turned out, he didn’t spend a lot of time watching movies.

 

“It’s not really my thing,” he admitted to me a little sheepishly as we lounged on the floor, a quilt spread beneath us. It was warm enough that we didn’t need a fire, but we were splayed out in front of the fireplace just the same. It felt good.

 

“No?” I asked, tracing idle circles over his bare, rock hard chest. We were both naked and I was curled around his side, my leg thrown haphazardly across his middle. His cock was soft, but I knew that it wouldn’t take much attention to bring it to life again. I resisted for now because I wanted to know what he had to say.

 

“No. Movies are about escaping. About getting away from the hard things in life, but you can’t really get out that way,” he explained thoughtfully, stroking my hair. “All it does is waste time and energy. You don’t put the same effort into your life—changing it or surviving it, either way—if you’re complacent, you know? If you want to really change things, you have to fight, and how can you do that if you’re lost in some movie that isn’t going to do anything about your life?”

 

I considered him and his words. I’d never thought of my movies—or any movies—that way before, but as he spoke, I sensed there was truth in them. Maybe not one hundred percent, but there was something there.

 

“You’re right,” I began slowly, working it out as I spoke. “Movies are about escapism. And I think it’s true, too, that you can’t become complacent. But you can’t expect people to fight twenty-four-seven. At some point, they need a break. They need a bright spot in an otherwise bleak world.” I shrugged. “Maybe they can find that in a two-hour movie, even if it means they’ve got to go back to the real world afterwards.”

 

I glanced up to find that he was looking down at me. He wore a tender expression on his face, his lips pulled up into a sweet smile. “You’re unexpected, you know that?”

 

I laughed. “Oh? In a good way, I hope.”

 

“In the best way,” he promised, then swallowed my next words in a slow, lingering kiss.

 

We might have started something right then and there if it wasn’t for an intruding knock at the door. I asked him to ignore it, but the knocking only grew more insistent, and when a somewhat familiar voice came through the closed door, Kade let out a groan that was not in pleasure.

 

“Damnit. It’s Brody.”

 

“Brody? You think they’ve found something?” I asked him, dread and hope and disappointment all mingling together into one confusing ball.

 

“I don’t know. Maybe.” He stood and helped me up, though he looked longingly back at the quilt. “But I do know you’ve got to put something on. I’m not interested in letting Brody see you looking like that.”

 

He made a point of dragging his eyes over my naked body, and I shivered as a flush of desire raced through me. “Right.”

 

He grabbed his sweats from the chair they’d gotten slung over and made his way to the door, glancing over his shoulder at me to check that I was near dressed. I even put on a pair of denim shorts that I’d had on earlier so that I’d be decent if Brody stayed longer than he had the day before.

 

Kade left the room then and answered the door. As I pulled his sweatshirt over my head, I heard the voices filter over to me. I couldn’t make out what they were saying, but I didn’t think they sounded happy.

 

Brody must not have anything, I thought, feeling sad—but also realizing with a spark of guilt that I wasn’t heartbroken. Although I wanted this stalker caught, and fast, I didn’t want to give Kade up, and I was a little scared about what would happen to us once this guy was caught.

 

After a little while, the voices continuing but not coming farther into the house, I decided to go over and see what was going on.

 

Brody was standing in the doorway. He looked nervous and a little pale, like he wasn’t thrilled to be here. And Kade didn’t look much better. I could see the line of tension across his broad shoulders and the line his lips had formed.

 

No, definitely not happy.

 

“What’s going on?” I asked, coming to stand near Kade.

 

I saw Brody wince and was about to ask what that was about when Kade whirled around to face me. Something burning flashed in his eyes and then he cupped his hands around my cheeks. He pulled me against him, my body flushed along his. I blushed a little—Brody was standing right there after all—but didn’t pull away. He leaned his face down to mine, hesitated a fraction of an inch away, then closed the distance.

 

His lips crushed themselves against mine, devouring me until I thought that I might collapse beneath the weight of his passion. It was a kiss unlike any other, all-consuming and delicious. I trembled against him and wound my arms up around his neck, pulling him closer as I tried to force our bodies together until we might be only one person.

 

Then, just as suddenly as he’d done it, the kiss was over. He pulled away and pushed me back at the same time, his eyes searching my face as though trying to commit every detail to memory. Then he whispered a quiet, “I’m sorry, Abby. Brody’s going to stay and I’ll…” He broke off, like he didn’t know what he was supposed to say, but my heart kicked up a beat.

 

“Sorry? Why are you sorry? Why is Brody staying?”

 

But Kade only shook his head and turned to Brody. “You’d better take care of her.”

 

I frowned as Brody nodded solemnly. “You’ve got my word.”

 

Then, with a last lingering look back at me, Kade said, “I’m sorry,” again and left. I tried to go after him, calling for him to wait, to come back, but Brody caught me by the shoulders and shook his head.

 

“Caleb wants to talk to him,” was all he said by way of explaining.

 

“What the hell does that mean? About what?”

 

Brody shook his head. “You should really ask Caleb about all of that. I’m just a lackey. I don’t know anything.”

 

But even as Brody spoke, I knew he was lying. Whatever was going on, he didn’t want to be the one to tell me, but I could tell by the expression on his face and his tone of voice that he knew something. Maybe not the whole story, but he knew something.

 

The only reason I didn’t force it out of him right then and there was because I knew once Kade got back he’d explain it all to me.

 

This is nothing. He’s just going to figure things out with Caleb. That kiss was full of passion and need, and some creeping part of my brain told me it tasted like goodbye. But that was ridiculous. He wouldn’t leave me, not after everything. Not now. No, whatever was so important that he had to go without telling me, he’d be back. This was all just to protect me.

 

I told myself that a thousand times, but it never completely erased the sense of foreboding that grew in the pit of my stomach.