Time stood still. Priorities and problems flew out the window. The only thing that mattered in that moment was how my body felt pressed against Beckett's.
I wasn't aware a kiss could light me up like a firework, and yet that was exactly what was happening. Every nerve ending was misfiring, sending me deeper into the abyss.
I wanted to back away. To get as far away from feeling something so magnificent.
I never wanted it to end. Because damn, it was the best kiss I ever had.
My body and brain warred with each other. They tried to argue over who was right.
I ignored them both and let myself feel.
I whimpered when, ever so slowly, the kiss came to an end, and Beckett rested his forehead to mine. "I knew you wouldn't kill me."
It took my dazed mind time to process his words. "Don't get too cocky. There's still time."
This moment was too intimate. I needed to put a stop to it. But why, in the small recesses of my brain, did I want to stay right where we were?
Again I was at war with myself.
"You can't tell me you didn't feel that."
"I have no idea what you're talking about." Deny. Deny. Deny.
"The connection between us."
This conversation was heading into dangerous territory. I needed to get it back on track. "As fun as this has been, I need to get going." I snatched my knife off the floor and slid it back into its sheath.
"No, you're running away."
I narrowed my eyes. "I can still kill you and walk away without missing a beat."
I never had to work so hard to have someone believe I wanted them dead. Most individuals I encountered cried in terror. Either I was losing my touch or Beckett didn't mind meeting his maker.
"Answer me this one question first."
"What?" I huffed.
"Do you know where Alexander is?"
I debated how I wanted to answer that. "Why?"
"I have some questions regarding my case against him."
I wasn't sure if that helped my decision or not. "Sorry to tell you, but I doubt you'll ever get the answers you seek."
"And why's that?"
"Because even if I knew where Alexander was, I don't think I would tell you."
Beckett was so close that the smell of cedar I was starting to associate with him filled my nose.
"Now you're just being mean."
I balled my fists at my side. "I never said I wasn't. You're asking for the impossible. You know the expression 'if I tell you, I'm going to have to kill you'? That's this kind of situation."
"You have my word I won't tell anyone what you're doing with Alexander. I just need information from him. After that, you can kick me out of your life."
Why did the thought of never seeing Beckett again sit like a rock in my stomach?
