I think I did it again [I made you believe that we're more than just friends]
[What are you doing? What are you thinking? What do you think you’re doing?!?!?]
She can hear the music from the party drift across the garden and she knows she should go inside but it’s gorgeous out here. It’s quiet and somewhere Rath is hiding from her.
“Rath!” she half whispers. “You know they’re going to miss us in there. I’m supposed to dance with some old guy that’s in politics.” She looks behind a tree and then squeals with laughter when he steps up behind her, arms around her waist and lips on the back of her neck.
“Do you want to go inside?” he whispers against her skin and she shakes her head. “You’re the Princess, Vilandra. You can do anything you want to do.” He spun her around to face him, one hand staying at the small of her back while the other took her hand in his. “So stay out here and dance with me.”
She’s tall but he’s taller and she has to tilt her head up to look in his eyes. Her lips brush his and he sways their bodies in time to music that’s lost in the sound of her own heart beating.
Her lips brush against warm skin and she takes a deep breath of a scent that she knows as well as her own. Her hand smoothes across his chest as she tilts her head up. She’s always liked that he’s taller and he presses his hand against the small of her back, her body pulling flush with his.. Her lips are on his and she presses against him, one hand snaking up into his hair. His hair is longer now than it has ever been and her hand brushes over the collar of his uniform so that she can thread her fingers in the long strands, pulling him deeper into the kiss
It’s a whimper that wakes her up, a little noise from her own throat and her eyes snap open. She’s kissing Michael. She’s kissing Michael.
Oh God, she’s kissing Michael. She shoves herself away from him, both hands on his chest with such force that she falls out of bed. She sits there on the floor for a moment. “Michael, I’m…sorry. I didn’t-I should go. I want to make cupcakes today and I should go get the stuff. I’ll bring them over later and we’ll watch the other movie.”
She grabs her handbag from the tiny table in the corner and flees out of the hotel room before he can say anything. The mini suite she shares with Max and Liz is just down the hall but it takes her four tries to get the key in the electronic lock so that the light turns green and lets her in. Her hands are shaking and her mind is racing and she’s fighting not to reach out into Michael’s mind and see what’s going on there. She nearly runs headlong into Liz in the process.
“Isabel, are you okay?” Liz asks, concern sweeping over her face.
Isabel forces a smile and nods. “Yeah. I was watching movies with Michael last night and we fell asleep.”
Liz nods, concern retreating. Michael and Isabel spend a lot of time together in an effort to give Liz and Max some alone time. In truth it’s because Isabel swears that if she has to watch Max and Liz be sickeningly sweet one more minute she’s going to throw up. Isabel Evans hates throwing up. Besides, Michael is warm and safe and familiar. She’s known him since they were eight and then an entire lifetime before.
“Max said that’s what had happened. When we woke up this morning and you were gone,” Liz says as she moves around Isabel. She’s getting ready to go to work at the restaurant in the hotel. “Do you work today?”
Isabel, unfortunately has a job in the same restaurant. She shakes her head at Liz’s question. “I’ve got today off. I’m going to make cupcakes and I’ll probably watch movies with Michael again tonight.” You know if I haven’t made things incredibly awkward between the two of us with that dream. “We fell asleep in the middle of the first one last night,” she explains.
Liz nods in response. “Okay. Max works until three today and I don’t get off until six. He’s got an appointment to talk to some guy who leases apartments short term. He needs a landlord and we can get a three bedroom apartment for half the price if we took the job. Talk to you later, Isabel. Enjoy your day off.”
Isabel waits until Liz is gone then starts pacing the small living area of the suite. She’s twirling a strand of hair around her finger, making it go from curly to straight and back again. She doesn’t understand why this kept cropping up, memories of her former life with Michael. They are best friends in this life and in the other one…well she’d betrayed him and their entire family. She sighs and picks up the phone, dialing Michael’s number because he has the day off too.
“Max has the car and you’re better at a jumpstart than I am. Steal me a car and take me to the store? I’ll repay you in cupcakes and we’ll watch your movie tonight.”
She can hear the music from the party drift across the garden and she knows she should go inside but it’s gorgeous out here. It’s quiet and somewhere Rath is hiding from her.
“Rath!” she half whispers. “You know they’re going to miss us in there. I’m supposed to dance with some old guy that’s in politics.” She looks behind a tree and then squeals with laughter when he steps up behind her, arms around her waist and lips on the back of her neck.
“Do you want to go inside?” he whispers against her skin and she shakes her head. “You’re the Princess, Vilandra. You can do anything you want to do.” He spun her around to face him, one hand staying at the small of her back while the other took her hand in his. “So stay out here and dance with me.”
She’s tall but he’s taller and she has to tilt her head up to look in his eyes. Her lips brush his and he sways their bodies in time to music that’s lost in the sound of her own heart beating.
Her lips brush against warm skin and she takes a deep breath of a scent that she knows as well as her own. Her hand smoothes across his chest as she tilts her head up. She’s always liked that he’s taller and he presses his hand against the small of her back, her body pulling flush with his.. Her lips are on his and she presses against him, one hand snaking up into his hair. His hair is longer now than it has ever been and her hand brushes over the collar of his uniform so that she can thread her fingers in the long strands, pulling him deeper into the kiss
It’s a whimper that wakes her up, a little noise from her own throat and her eyes snap open. She’s kissing Michael. She’s kissing Michael.
Oh God, she’s kissing Michael. She shoves herself away from him, both hands on his chest with such force that she falls out of bed. She sits there on the floor for a moment. “Michael, I’m…sorry. I didn’t-I should go. I want to make cupcakes today and I should go get the stuff. I’ll bring them over later and we’ll watch the other movie.”
She grabs her handbag from the tiny table in the corner and flees out of the hotel room before he can say anything. The mini suite she shares with Max and Liz is just down the hall but it takes her four tries to get the key in the electronic lock so that the light turns green and lets her in. Her hands are shaking and her mind is racing and she’s fighting not to reach out into Michael’s mind and see what’s going on there. She nearly runs headlong into Liz in the process.
“Isabel, are you okay?” Liz asks, concern sweeping over her face.
Isabel forces a smile and nods. “Yeah. I was watching movies with Michael last night and we fell asleep.”
Liz nods, concern retreating. Michael and Isabel spend a lot of time together in an effort to give Liz and Max some alone time. In truth it’s because Isabel swears that if she has to watch Max and Liz be sickeningly sweet one more minute she’s going to throw up. Isabel Evans hates throwing up. Besides, Michael is warm and safe and familiar. She’s known him since they were eight and then an entire lifetime before.
“Max said that’s what had happened. When we woke up this morning and you were gone,” Liz says as she moves around Isabel. She’s getting ready to go to work at the restaurant in the hotel. “Do you work today?”
Isabel, unfortunately has a job in the same restaurant. She shakes her head at Liz’s question. “I’ve got today off. I’m going to make cupcakes and I’ll probably watch movies with Michael again tonight.” You know if I haven’t made things incredibly awkward between the two of us with that dream. “We fell asleep in the middle of the first one last night,” she explains.
Liz nods in response. “Okay. Max works until three today and I don’t get off until six. He’s got an appointment to talk to some guy who leases apartments short term. He needs a landlord and we can get a three bedroom apartment for half the price if we took the job. Talk to you later, Isabel. Enjoy your day off.”
Isabel waits until Liz is gone then starts pacing the small living area of the suite. She’s twirling a strand of hair around her finger, making it go from curly to straight and back again. She doesn’t understand why this kept cropping up, memories of her former life with Michael. They are best friends in this life and in the other one…well she’d betrayed him and their entire family. She sighs and picks up the phone, dialing Michael’s number because he has the day off too.
“Max has the car and you’re better at a jumpstart than I am. Steal me a car and take me to the store? I’ll repay you in cupcakes and we’ll watch your movie tonight.”