Forgotten (The Lost Children Trilogy Book 1) by Krista Street

Author:Krista Street [Street, Krista]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Krista Street Books LLC
Published: 2017-04-02T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

We lay on the blanket until the wee hours of the morning. It was only when I started to nod off that Flint gently picked me up.

“I should get you back,” he said.

I murmured something halfway intelligible. I knew I was somewhere between asleep and awake but couldn’t rouse myself completely. The feel of his arms around me, his scent and that ever present feeling of safety beckoned me to sleep.

Rustling sounded and then the scratchy, wool blanket covered me. It tickled my face. I merely snuggled closer to him as he began to walk. I must have truly fallen asleep on the way back to the cabin. The next thing I knew, Flint was laying me on my top bunk. Soft snores from Mica filled the room.

“Night, babe,” he whispered.

Soft lips pressed into mine. I moaned and leaned closer. He took a deep breath and firmly, yet gently, pushed me back. A second later, a door closed.

I woke to the smell of coffee and the sound of a distant shower. Groggily, I opened my eyes and sat up slowly. I was back in my bedroom.

Rubbing my eyes, I tried to remember returning with Flint. It was hazy, like a dream that disappeared upon waking. The sights, smells and memory of it vanished. Only a good feeling lingered. It made me want to snuggle under my covers and try desperately to hold onto it.

“Well, good morning, sunshine,” a voice called.

My eyes snapped wide open. I peered below. Mica lay on her bed, awake. She grinned brightly. “Have fun on your date, last night?”

I rolled my eyes and threw my pillow at her.

“Hey, just asking.” She dodged the blow. “You were out pretty late. It’s only natural to be curious.”

I yawned and stretched.

“Gonna tell me about it?” she asked.

I pictured Flint’s broad shoulders, strong chest and how he’d felt and tasted. A wave of possessiveness rolled through me. I didn’t want to share that with anyone.

“Nope.”

Mica made a noise that sounded very similar to an audible pout. “I’d tell you if Jasper kissed me.”

“Jasper kissed you?”

“Well…no, but if he did, I’d tell you.”

I jumped down from my bunk. Sounds came from the living room. Di and Jacinda were talking. It was probably time to get going. All three of us were working again today. Like yesterday, Val had the day off.

“Hmm, well that’s nice,” I said.

Mica harrumphed. “Fine, don’t tell me.”

When Di, Jacinda and I walked to work, Jacinda’s gaze was very similar to Mica’s. “You’re certainly in a good mood.”

It was only then that I became aware of the ridiculous grin on my face. “What do you mean?”

She winked. “I think you know what I mean.”

I rolled my eyes but kept grinning.

“What’d you two do last night?” she asked.

A door banged. One of the guests stepped onto his porch, a steaming mug in his hand. I smiled and waved. He waved back.

“Are you going to tell me?” Jacinda asked.

“Tell you what?” I asked sweetly.

She sighed and smoothed her perfectly ironed shirt.

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