When the Storm Ends by Jillian Anselmi

Author:Jillian Anselmi [Anselmi, Jillian]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: When the Storm Ends
Publisher: Jillian Anselmi
Published: 2016-10-14T21:00:00+00:00

ABOUT A WEEK after the fair, I caved and gave Brody a key to my apartment, which was probably not one of my brightest ideas. He’s been coming and going as he pleases and today is no different. The slamming of the front door alerts me to his presence. “Lani, I brought you a present.”

Exiting the bedroom, I find him sitting on the arm of the couch. He’s holding a paper bag with a logo I’m unfamiliar with. As I walk closer, he thrusts the bag toward me. Taking it, I peek inside. “What is it?” I ask, my brows furrowing.

“Take it out and see,” he says, his face beaming. Pulling the item out of the bag, I lay it across the table. It’s a hoop the size of a cantaloupe with interwoven leather in the shape of a spiral web slightly resembling a flower. Dangling from the bottom, attached to strands of light brown leather, are turquoise beads and long, colorful feathers. I’ve never seen anything like it.

“It’s beautiful, but what is it?”

“It’s a dreamcatcher.” Picking it up by a piece of leather attached to the top of the ring, he holds it out in front of me.

“What’s a dreamcatcher?”

“In some Native American cultures, the dream catcher is believed to have the power to catch a person’s dreams and trap the bad ones, lettin’ only the good dreams pass. The feathers,” he says, using one to tickle my arm, “are meant to assist the flight of positive dreams.”

“You bought this for me, because of my nightmares?” I ask in awe.

Nodding, he shrugs. “I thought this might help. You’re haunted enough during the day, you shouldn’t be tormented in your dreams too.”

I throw myself at him, wrapping my arms around his neck and crushing him to me. “This has to be the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me. Thank you,” I mumble into his neck, a tear running down my cheek.

Releasing him, I gaze into his eyes—the eyes that can see right through me, through all the bullshit I try to tell myself. Standing on the balls of my feet, I reach up and place a gentle kiss on his soft, delicious lips. He places his arms around my waist and pulls me close. A moan escapes his throat and his lips are on mine once again. It’s a slow, tantalizing kiss, and I know he’s holding back. His lips, so soft, caress mine with a hesitance I need to cure.

Placing my hands on his scruffy cheeks, I cradle his face, turning his head just where I want it. His taste stirs emotions in me I’ve never felt—love and lust, desire and need. I can’t get enough. This heady combination pushes me to the brink. Forcing my tongue into his mouth, I kiss him like there’s no tomorrow, my mouth greedy for his intoxicating taste.

Coming up for air, Brody asks, “Are you sure this is what you want?”

Without a second thought, I say, “Don’t get all shy on me.

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