Chapter 42

Chapter 42

After her father insisted on paying for dinner, which Kylan was most ardently against, she bid her father farewell with the promise she would come to visit him on his boat tomorrow.

With one final parting hug, she watched as he began the walk back to his apartment that was not far from the Waterfront.

She sighed, folding her arms across her chest, and watching as he disappeared from view.

"Your father is likely the least insufferable man I've ever spoken with Kylan said from next to her.

She scoffed at him and shook her head, but she was grinning. "What did you say to him in French at the end? I only understood part of it," she asked him, turning her body so that she was facing him.

Kylan hummed, taking a deep breath and then reaching a hand out to brush the backs of his fingertips against her cheek. "Vous avez froid" came his murmured reply.

She shivered, but she wasn't certain if it was because of the cold this time. Tim not that cold, she protested quietly

kylan smiled, actually smiling at her. "No, I don't suppose you are. I don't think you have a cold bone in her body, Katrina Morgan," he whispered

Pping forward and wrapping his arms around her waist suddenly.

She was

wasn't an unwelcome one. She rested her hands on his chest, picking a piece sweater's otherwise perfect surface. "I don't know, Kylan. In the third grade, I

at her, but his eyes were

It was king-sized, too. So damn big and delicious. I never felt bad about it. Nope. She smiled up at him, noticing how almost angelic

you confess to, Kate! Kylan asked quietly, leaning down and resting

mood he was in. It had to be the

heart to tell her, and I bought her a new fish that was identical to it instead." Her voice was soft, her breath brushing over Kylan's face as she spoke. "How unbelievable. You should have told her the truth." Kylan was teasing her,

should have. She agreed with him. "What about you, though? What's the worst thing you've ever done?" she asked him, the wine thrumming through her veins causing her to be bolder than she normally would have

to you too, Kylan. I wish she believed that Even if it

that because of her own warmth, Kate." Kylan lifted his hands and tenderly held either side of her face. "I promise, you like the jagged layers of ice that reside underneath my

wouldn't

now.

heart rate. A dizzying, fuzzy, warmth

back, pressing herself

she could smell the

mint, his soap, and hell. She could smell him.

at an impasse then, I suppose,"

The air was charged with that electricity again, only made more intense by the wine she consumed. More than that though, she

lips, his full, soft, beautiful lips, were on hers. Palling, twisting, pushing against hers. And she kissed him back, holding him close, turning her head every which

she stood there kissing. Molding into one another,

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