I swallowed. “No. But we live for an eternity through those who remember us.”
“That’s pretty.”
“So are my tattoos,” I teased her.
Because I couldn’t hug her.
Yet.
“I meant philosophically speaking,” she sassed. “Now that you mention it, I think I remember seeing them.”
“You do?”
“Yeah. You were doing a helicopter with your dick?—”
I gawked at her. “What?!”
Still seated, she circled her hips. “You know. A helicopter.”
“When the hell was this?” And why didn’t I remember my angel seeing my dick for the first time?
“Aaaaaages ago.” Her attention was fickler than the weather and thank fuck for that!Porca troia, I had no memory of this happening. “Is that ‘come over’ or ‘overcome?’ On your knuckles.”
Refusing to admit she’d flustered me, I smirked. “I guess it depends on who’s asking.” Then, my smirk died because I sounded like an asshole and I’d already taken some of my temper out on her in the lounge. I didn’t want her associating me with being a douche. “Got them after mypatri, my father, passed away.”
“Gets you like that, doesn’t it?” Kitty made me jump again when her fingertips, tipped with a surprisingly plain manicure, traced the letters on my knuckles.
And I couldn’t move away. I should. If I didn’t, I’d drag her onto my knee, but that’d stop her from touching me and I couldn’t have borne that.
Instead, I gritted my teeth at the simple sensation. The connection packed so much morewarmththan I could have ever prepared myself for.
Something about this woman—goddammit, she got to me.
The guilt about Evangeline faded as perplexity replaced it. I wasn’t a teenager. This shit shouldn’t be happening to me. But it was. And I couldn’t regret it even if the significance evaded me.
“Yours died too?” I asked as if I didn’t already know. The words were barely audible because of how hard I clenched my jaw.
That simple fucking touch.
God, it made me realize how starved I was.
Slowly, the effects of the nausea drugs becoming more evident, she garbled, “So… you were saying about teeth.”
“Teeth?”
“Biting.”She could bite me any fucking day.“You know? Attackers?”
“Oh. Yeah. Bite. Always bite. Nose, lips, ear. Rip that motherfucker off if you have to. Hell, a dick.” I nodded at the cabin crew who brought me a tumbler of whiskey. “You can do a lot of damage with a squeeze too.”
Laughter pealed from her like I’d said the most hilarious thing. “You’re kinda violent.”
Had to figure the Dramamine was helping me disarm her.
Not that I minded her being off her game—I got the feeling she could and would run rings around me on any other day.
“You could say that,” I answered, silently urging her to look at me again, for our eyes to catch, for that bridge to flicker to life between us.
She licked her lips. “Y-You wouldn’t want to meet up when we land, would you?”
