Page 79 of Bad Bunny
“How did your mom’s doctor appointment go yesterday?” he asks as he walks around to where I wait for him, leaning against the driver’s door.
The moment he reaches me, he pulls me easily into his arms.
I rise onto my toes and loop my arms around his neck.
“It was good,” I tell him. “Still no sign the cancer has come back.”
Sorren bends his head and kisses me softly.
“That’s great news,” he says. “Exactly what we were hoping for.”
“It’s better than that.” I smile up at him. “It’s a miracle.”
His eyebrows lift at that word.
Miracle.
I lean closer and lower my voice. “It just disappeared,” I whisper. “The tumor. Like she was never sick at all.”
Sorren’s expression softens.
I whisper, even quieter, “It was Veskar, right? He healed her.”
Sorren shrugs one shoulder.
“Probably,” he says. “But it’s not like we can ask. The egg sealed itself after the trials ended. It’s back in storage now. No one can enter it again until next Easter.”
I laugh softly. “Yeah, I think I’ll pass on going back in there.”
Sorren chuckles with me. “I’m in no rush either.”
We both shudder a little at the memory.
My hand drifts up to the emerald necklace resting against my collarbone. The necklace Sorren wanted to destroy the moment we escaped the egg. But I refused.
Now I wear it every day.
It reminds me of him.
Of us.
Sorren’s hands settle on my hips, and he gently nudges me back until my shoulders rest against the warm metal of the car. The afternoon sun has turned the hood hot, but I barely notice. My attention is completely taken by the man standing in front of me.
His eyes sweep the parking lot once more, instinctive and protective, making sure we’re alone. Satisfied, he looks back down at me, and something in his expression changes.
The teasing warmth from a moment ago deepens into something heavier. Hungrier.
He presses the length of his body against mine. The contact steals the breath right out of my lungs.
He kisses me.
Deeply.
His mouth moves over mine with quiet confidence, warm and devouring. The moment our lips meet, the bond between us flares awake. It spreads through me like sunlight breaking through storm clouds.
Bright and alive.
Suddenly I can feel himeverywhere. The steady strength of his arms around me. The heat of his body pressed against mine. The quiet pulse of his emotions, love and lust, brushes the edges of my mind.
