“I hate that I reacted like that,” I tell her. “It just all seemed like deja vu when I went to find you and you were gone, Thistle.”
“I told you I’d be back,” she says, and I nod. “Why don’t we make a pact? No rash decisions and no freaking out until we actually speak to each other.”
“That sounds fair.” More than fair. “I don’t know how to get past our past,” I tell her, reaching out to run my fingers through her hair. She doesn’t even seem jet lagged, just clear and alert and really fucking beautiful.
“Well,” she says, “Why don’t we start with one day at a time?”
I’m finally so overcome with relief from seeing her and from her reassuring me that I made a mistake, that I sink forward and kiss her. I can actually feel the tension leaving my muscles as she kisses me back and then cradles my head against her shoulder. “Thiss,” I say once my legs start falling asleep from the awkward angle.
“Hmm?”
“Take me back to my hotel?”