Page 17 of Vicious Kitten

Ty’s lips thin, and he rounds the bench, coming to me, cupping my face with his hands.

“Don’t think like that. I’ll make sure we see each other. We may have to lie low for a bit and be extra careful, but I need you, Kitten. I’m not going anywhere.”

I nod because I can’t manage words, and then Ty leans downs and presses his lips gently to mine. It’s an emotional kiss, turning desperate like the touch of our lips and tongues are trying to say the words we can’t seem to say out loud.

I love you.

It’s strange to feel this way yet be crying over it. It’s an overwhelming feeling. Like the slightest bit of happiness we get will be ripped away from us at any moment. My salty hot tears slip from my eyes, and when Ty pulls back, his own eyes swim with emotion I’ve only seen on him one other time. The night of my humiliation.

“I’m only a phone call away, ok?” He rasps quietly, and I nod, sucking in a steadying breath to try and pull my shit together. “I belong toyou, Rhys. You own my heart. Always.”

His words make me want to crumble to the floor and sob, knowing he can feel it, too. The pending doom. Something bad is going to happen, and this feels like goodbye.

I nod as I slowly back away from him, not wanting to drag my eyes from him, but as I reach the mouth of the hall, I turn and face my mum, who is standing there looking at me, probably overhearing my hushed conversation with Ty.

I walk slowly. The magnetic pull of Tyler behind me is overwhelming with each step I take away from him. When I reach Cin, she reaches back to open the door, but I can’t go. I can’t leave yet, because if this is goodbye, I need Ty to know how I feel.

A sob escapes my throat, and I drop my bags, turning quickly and running back towards Ty, where he now stands watching me at the other end of the passage.

“Rhys?” Cynthia calls in confusion, but I ignore her as Ty opens his arms for me, and I leap at him. He catches me, and I wrap my legs around his waist as I bury my head in the crook of his neck.

“I love you, Ty,” I whisper, and he pulls back, cupping my chin with one hand.

“I love you too, Rhys. So fucking much.”

“Why does it hurt so much?” A sob escapes me, and Ty’s eyes reflect the same emotions.

He wipes a tear away with his thumb and shakes his head. “I don’t know, beautiful. Maybe because things are so uncertain right now. But just remember, whatever happens, I fucking love you.”

I kiss him, not caring about Cynthia or her huffing back down the hall. She’s not going to ruin this moment for me.

There is so much difference between this kiss and our arousal kisses. It’s just as powerful, but in a different way, and I know I’ll die if I never get to share a kiss like this with Tyler again.

Dramatic? Fuck yes! This is emotional shit I’m not used to dealing with. Sex is so much easier. Love… is hard.

Chapter Six

Rhys

Cynthia drives us to Maccas for breaky. It takes me most of the ten-minute drive to pull myself together, and I even have to fix my fucking eye liner by the time we pull up. It doesn’t help that Cynthia is staring at me like I’ve grown two fucking heads. I know my behaviour isn’t Rhys normal, and she knows it too.

We walk inside, not speaking to each other, and she orders the food before leading me through the restaurant, to the back corner, away from the breakfast crowd. I have to hide my smirk because she takes a seat at the very table that I sat at last week with the guys, where Garrett made me come on his four fingers.

If I didn’t actually like Cynthia, I’d tell her about that just to piss her off, but I do like her, which is why all this stuff with Tyler is so hard. I love him, and I love her. I don’t want to choose between them.

I take a small bite of my hash brown when we sit at the table, while Cin stares into her black coffee.

“Why do they call you Kitten?” Cynthia’s question startles me, and my eyes dart up to find her looking at me.

“It’s my name at the sex club.”

“So why was it used on the video that Julie sent? How does she know you are called Kitten? Does she know you go to that place?” Cynthia pushes her coffee to the side like she has no intention of drinking it, and I frown as I think over her questions.

“I… don’t know. Brian said Julie has been watching me, so maybe she’s done her own investigating?”

Cynthia nods, her eyes falling to her hands, where she picks at her nail for a moment before speaking again.

“I can’t let you see Tyler again.”

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