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Now that I had smudged the place, I felt much safer, so I was
able to relax and fall into his kiss. As his mouth opened against mine,
other body parts began to stir. Before I knew it, we were moving
through the doorway and into the den. His hands found the bottom
of my sweater and tugged it upwards. I raised my arms so he could
pull it over my head.
I sat down on the couch and he climbed on top of me, but
before he pressed against me it was my turn to pull his shirt off. He
moved backward so it slipped over his head easily. Then he lay
down on top of me, his fingers moving towards the clasp of my bra.
My hands roved up his chest, but when they got to his
collarbone, something was missing. I opened my eyes and broke
away from the kiss.
His hand paused where it rested on my back. “What?”
“Where’s your necklace?” The rope holding his trademark
Apache Tear wasn’t where it always rested around his neck. In the
entire time I’d known him, I’d never seen that necklace come off.
Tucker laughed. “Oh. I didn’t feel like I needed it any more.
It didn’t help me last night, right? I thought I’d put my faith in the
smudging.” He lowered himself to kiss me again, clearly dismissing
my question.
Okay. Maybe he had a point. If the obsidian stone hadn’t
helped keep him safe, maybe there wasn’t much use in wearing it
anymore. But still, maybe that stone had been the only thing keeping
the demon from hurting him worse.
Whatever. It was his choice. He’d let me smudge the
apartment, so I felt confident that any negativity was curling out the
windows with the smoke.
However, it crept right into my dreams. I woke up with the
sheets sticking to my wet skin, panting as I tried to banish visions of
Tucker being thrown into the wall that led to him not being able to
get up again. I wasn’t sure how long I laid there, staring at the ceiling
and trying to picture butterflies or puppies or anything that wasn’t
his head getting popped like a cherry by that closet door. Even after
the sweat had cooled and dried and my breathing had returned to
normal, my heart kept jerking in the direction of my phone.
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