A smile spread across his face before he could stop it. “Are you saying I’m your soulmate, Jazz?”
“I’m saying that youcould be…one of them…one in one hundred.”
Somehow hearing that made him feel so conflicted. Part of him was hoping it was true and the other part knew that it was impossible. She deserved more than he could give her and she would be better off with someone else, someone with his head screwed on straight. A doctor.
But right now she was his, even if it was only for a few more days, and he was going to embrace every moment he still had left. Even if he met another hundred people, he would never experience this again, he would never meet anyone like her again. No one else would be able to comfort him with silly stories and crazy dancing. No one else would turn the concept of love into a scientific debate. There was merit to her theory, but heknew with certainty that he would never feel the same way about someone else.
Leaning down, he brushed his lips against hers. As soon as she allowed his tongue entry into her mouth, he rolled on top of her, kneading the supple flesh of her thighs. This was so close to being over and he wanted to make this night last forever. He didn’t know if she felt the same, but she responded in the same way. Her arms were clasped tightly around him, clinging to him.
And as the barriers were stripped away and their hot, aching bodies became one, another one of Newton’s laws came to mind.
Newton’s Second Law of Motion: Force = Mass x Acceleration.
The mass of their tangled bodies was probably insignificant in the greater scheme of things, but when multiplied by the speed at which he gravitated towards her, the acceleration at which his feelings were spiraling out of control—the force at which he was falling for her…was incalculable.
Part Three
Newton’s Third Law of Motion:
For every action there is an equal but opposite reaction
December, 1
Birmingham, Alabama
Jasmin couldn’t take the anticipation anymore. They’d spent the entire day on the road yesterday, driving straight through Mississippi. They only stopped for lunch and then to book into a hotel when the sun began to set. She’d managed to pry Kevin out of bed early this morning and got as far as Alabama. As soon as they checked into a hotel, Kevin disappeared without any explanation. She was disappointed. This would be their last night together. Tomorrow when they got to Georgia, they would part ways. She didn’t want to say goodbye to him, but she hadn’t asked him to stay either.
She wanted to be with him tonight. She was anxious about meeting her mother and he had a way of calming her down. But now he was gone and after tomorrow, she would probably never see him again. She’d known this was coming all along, yet just the thought of it was hurting her to nth degree. Maybe it didn’t have to end. She was in charge of her own destiny. They had their own lives to lead, their own storms to face, but that didn’t mean it had to end.
She was still thinking about a way to ask him when he came through the door with a huge grin on his face.
“Let’s go,” he said.
Her eyebrows creased with confusion. “Where?”
“Just get your keys and let’s go.”
Feeling wary, she stood up, grabbed her purse and headed out the door with him. Once they were in the car, he told her to punch in a specific address into the GPS. Fifteen minuteslater, they were in a residential area and she became even more confused.
“Kevin, where are we going?”
“To dinner.”
She passed house after house and didn’t see a single restaurant. She turned into a narrow, tree-lined street and a few meters later the GPS dinged. “Arriving at destination.”
She looked up at the white, two-story house and still couldn’t piece it together. “Is this family of yours?”
“No.” His excited smile made her more curious. “C’mon.”
He opened his door and waited for her to meet him at the front of the car before taking her hand to lead to the front door. He knocked and the door opened almost immediately, as if their arrival was expected.
“Hi, Kevin,” a redhead woman said cheerfully. “And you must be Jasmin?”
“Uh…yep. That’s me.”
“Jazz, this is Loretta. She was kind enough to offer us a home-cooked meal.”
Loretta smiled warmly. “Come on in.”
