Spookychild’s writings

“James,” She glanced behind her back. “What are you doing?”

“I am letting you go; you can lean against the couch, darling; it isn’t going to be extended. It’s 6:30 pm now. Those two old farts are usually out by 9 pm, 10 pm for sure. They won’t be up here for hours. They know I mean business when I make a threat.”

“James?” Brooke’s stomach was flying in circles, her hands were almost free. She had so many questions but the biggest one was to be kissed. She wanted to know how he knew about the divorce, what did he mean by the crime was reported wrong, and why did the older men fear him? He was half their age and there were two of them.

“Don’t worry, baby girl, I know I only got you back a few hours ago, and I know it’s still almost as much time to go, but still, I didn’t think he would report it today. But I guess it fits into his agenda to have you gone.” He finished on the ropes around her arms and brought her right hand forward and kissed it.

“James?” She was determined to get a kiss out of him. All the other questions could wait. For example how are they going to get out of there? He was a criminal. How will they live together without him having to go to jail? And how did he know that the crime had been reported? It was almost as if…….

“Yes, my beautiful country girl?” He whispered, looking back and forth between her eyes.

“Kiss me, please.” She realized that she was shaking.

James smiled at her. Of course she wanted a kiss. Once they had started kissing she had wanted to be kissed none stop. “Of course, my love” He put her arms on his shoulders and wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her close. She closed her eyes, and then their lips touched.

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