Time stood still. Midnight sky eyes snared my attention. The pained expression he held upon seeing my tattoos, it's now replaced by a look of...peace?
I fought my feet's glee to run and throw myself into an embrace I knew he'd openly give to me. Each stutter-step brought me closer. Closer. Apples. My stomach pretzeled into a knot, a hunger no food could satisfy. We haven't even kissed...just his presence fills me with everything beautiful. Damn it! I'm supposed to be done with him, angered by him...and my body betrays me. My heart flutters traitorously. It's all maddening, confusing...and exciting. Because he came back.
His lips curved ever so slightly. His fingers twitched. Nervous, maybe fighting his own desire to reach out for me and hold me close.
I stopped a foot from him or I wouldn't be able to speak. "What do you want?" What the heck was that weak, whimpering sound? Where was the conviction in my tone???
"You." A one word answer, his voice husky.
Tears burned the back of my eyes. Something wet defied my will and trickled down my cheek. If my heart galloped any faster it would bolt right out my chest. "Why did you walk away like that? How could you?" Ridiculous! Even with the strength of fire flowing through my veins, pulsing beneath my marks, covered by my cloak, my Cleanser training crumbled, leaving me...just a girl.
"I was stunned. It was unfair." He undid the top three buttons of his shirt, pulling fabric aside, exposing a horizontal infinity mark with a shadowy butterfly trapped in the middle.
I gasped and stepped back. "You! A Harvestor?" Time sped up and slammed into my senses. I stumbled forward into his arms. The pained expression from showing him my tattoos made sense. I looked up into his face. So at peace. "You know what I am." A statement, not a question.
His sweet breath warmed by cheeks as he said, "Yes." He shivered, fixing his gaze with mine. "I love you, Abby."
A lump blocked my throat. I couldn't breathe, think, nothing. So...I dropped everything...
Whaaaat?? Now I have a million more questions.