Resurrected King by Blue Kaye

Author:Blue, Kaye
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-07-30T16:00:00+00:00

Eleven

Adora

The next morning, which for me came well before dawn, I did something unusual.

I lingered, lying in bed, the scrap of paper Mikhail had left in my hand, the feel of his body against mine, his lips against my most intimate flesh, seared in my memory.

I turned the card over in my hand again and again.

I’d already memorized the number, but touching the paper made everything that had happened last night feel more real.

It would have been easy to allow myself to pretend that it wasn’t.

Safer too.

Safer to think I had mistaken the intensity in his eyes as he’d asked about Howard, his possessiveness as he had kissed me.

The tenderness of his touch.

His vulnerability when he confessed that he wanted to see me.

Disregarding them all, making them less, even pretending they hadn’t happened would have been easier for me and for the equilibrium that I cherished.

Because if nothing else, Mikhail threw me off balance. He seemed to effortlessly wreck the carefully constructed walls I had put up.

The man was dangerous, dangerous to me and the life I had built, and if I had any sense, I would never see him again, certainly wouldn’t pursue the connection that he had been so right about.

But I’d never claimed to be smart, and I knew that if he didn’t come back soon, I’d call the number.

Knew that I was powerless against the emotions he stirred in me, much as I might hate them.

Still, it was hard to pretend I wasn’t giddy as I dressed and prepared for the day, the exhaustion ripped away by memories of him.

I made it downstairs half an hour later than usual, but I wasn’t frantic.

No, today I approached the bakery with unadulterated joy, happiness, excitement.

Feelings I often felt when I was there but this time intensified by him.

So much so that I didn’t care that my proof loaves didn’t rise, or that I had forgotten to soften the butter overnight.

Those little things that would have set me off before didn’t even penetrate.

Instead, I passed through the day floating on cloud nine, the smiles that came naturally that much more intense, that much happier and genuine.

And though it discomfited me on some level, I didn’t allow myself to question it.

That feeling was still there fourteen hours later when I made my way back to my apartment, tired but still excited.

And as I lay in bed and drifted off, he was still at the forefront of my mind, memories of the faint lines around his eyes and the way his hands were the perfect combination of smooth and rough.

Those were the thoughts that sent me to sleep.

The arid unmistakable smell of smoke was what woke me up.

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