Allegiant TeAsEr TuEsDaY!! “What is it?” James asks. “I’m never going to get used to that.” He leans in to me. “Walking through walls is no big deal.” “Not that,” I say and then correct myself. “Well, yes that, but what I meant was other people appearing in my personal space.” I give him a stern look. “If you’re going to bring company by could you at least warn me? I look like crap.” He grins. “You never look like crap.” I look down at my comfy ensemble and then back at him. “All of you look really nice,” I say, pouting. “Meg is gorgeous and Jenna is super cute. Thomas is all business-like. What happens when you die? Does everyone get some sort of after-life makeover?” James laughs. “We’re stuck with what we’re buried in, Em. Of course we’d have on nice clothes.” I give James a once-over, raising my eyebrows. “Your mother allowed you to be buried in a polo and jeans?” I have a hard time believing this. His mother is so….uppity. “Actually,” he smiles, “she wanted me in a suit. My dad wanted me in my hockey jersey. They compromised and went with what you see here.” I gape at him. I knew he checked in with his parents from time to time, but I didn’t know it had started so soon after the accident. His casket was closed; I never saw…I swallow. I despise thinking of that day. The day of my meltdown, the day it hit me that James was gone forever. “Hey,” he says softly, concerned. Our bond must give away my emotions, so I shake them away. I step back and tip my head, assessing his outfit in further detail. “Well, I’m glad your mother didn’t get her way,” I say appreciation. “You’ve never been a suit kind of guy. Besides, all those layers would have covered up this.” I reach out with one hand and touch his chest, running my fingers over his much more prominent pectorals. “Have you been working out?” I ask, engrossed. He inhales sharply. “No.” My eyes follow my fingertips as I trail them slowly down his side. “Then what’s going on?” “It’s a side effect.” My fingers travel across his now defined abdominal muscles and up the opposite side of his body. “Of what?” “My strength as a Guardian.” My hand lands back where it started and I meet his blue eyes. “How strong will you get?” His hands land on my hips and he pulls me to him. “Apparently not strong enough.” His mouth meets mine and moves against me insistently, frigidly. I expect him to stop abruptly, like the last time we kissed this way, but he doesn’t. I can’t stop my pulse from racing. He puts pressure on my hips and turns me, pressing me back. My leg hits the bed, and I tense up so I won’t fall. He feels my reaction and moves his hands to my waist to steady me, his mouth disappearing from mine. It reappears beneath my ear and leisurely travels down my throat while his hands slide from my waist around to my backside. All of my nerves jump to attention. “I thought you said this wasn’t a good idea,” I breathe. “It’s not,” he says against my neck. ;)
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