They lie awake in each other’s arms that night. Their last night together. Neither of them can express what they truly feel inside. They would’ve said something if they thought it would change anything.
He had planned his retirement for years, she had planned this escape for years, how can meeting someone at the very last minute change any of their plans? It shouldn’t.
She ran her fingers on his scars, they are traces of where he had been, what he had done, who he had killed. Diego was the best in what he did, but his job didn’t define him. He was nothing like what a killer should be in her mind. He was gentle, as much as he didn’t want to admit it, she knew he cared for her.
“When was the last time you’ve been with a woman?” She was curious.
He laughed lightly, “Why?”
“I’m just … nothing,” she paused. The way he touched her, she wanted him all to herself. The thought of him with another woman suddenly bothers her.
“I’ve never been with another man before,” she confessed.
“Never?”
She shook her head.
“Not even once?”
“You’re the first … and I felt so silly to think that Armand was the only one who can make me feel like that …”
He looked at her, he could see she was still thinking about him and he felt something burning in his chest. He tucked her hair and caressed her cheek, it irritated him to see all that beauty and tenderness was wasted on a monster like Armand Lombardo. “He doesn’t deserve you.”
“I want to see you again,” she said, hope filled her eyes.
This was exactly what he was afraid of, she wasn’t the only one who felt that way and it’s all because they couldn’t hold it for one last night. He just stared at her without a response.
She smiled and rested her chin on his chest, “What happens after tomorrow? Is this the end of our story? Can I see you again? Please?”
How could he say ‘no’ to that. After they had done it, he wanted her even more. This was exactly why he thought it was a bad idea. He clenched his jaw and let out a heavy exhale, ‘Every man will meet that one girl that will change his life forever’, he remembered his father said to him when he was young. ‘And she will be the life and the death of you.’
“I will get your papers tomorrow and rent a car … I think you should wait here, there might be people who will recognize you at my contact’s place, we’ll leave after I come back.”
She stared into his face, “Are you coming with me?”
He looked away, “I don’t know … I’ll figure it out tomorrow … I told you, Ari, this was not a good idea.”
“I’m sorry to hear that, I thought it was really good,” she smiled seductively.
He laughed lightly, “You know what I mean.”
“If you come with me, we can do this more often … I’d feel much safer with you, we don’t have to be alone and miserable,” she kissed his nipple.
“Being with me does not make you any safer … there’s a lot of people still looking for me out there, you could be in more danger than you are now,” he stroked her cheek.
“But you’ll be there to protect me, right?”
“They might make you a target just to hurt me … it might take years before I can be sure that it’s safe to be with someone … it’s too dangerous,” he explained.
Being an international fugitive takes a lot of effort. The obstacles he had to overcome for the past ten years were not easy. Many times he came close to being caught. To do it with someone else would be a lot harder, it’s a big risk to take.
“What if he catches me? What do I do then?”
That was another risk he had to take if he let her go by herself, he was stuck between a rock and a hard place. The thought of her back into Armand’s clutches was not an image he wanted to keep in his head. He will hurt her this time, he was sure of it.
She slid up to meet his face, “Don’t you want to be with me?” she kissed him.
“Are you seducing me into coming with you?”
She laughed softly, “No … I really wanted to be with you, and frankly … I’ve never been rejected by a man before … you’re hurting my feelings.”
Her naked body was on top of him, her soft skin rubbed against his, he was powerless. He wasn’t rejecting her, not at all, he was in the process of accepting that his retirement plan had crumbled into nothing.
“You had me since the first time I laid my eyes on you … you knew that didn’t you?” he stared into her eyes.
She climbed on top of him, her bare breasts staring back at him, her hair fell right at the tip of her hardened nipples. “This might sound strange, you had me since you shackled me on the bed, undressed me with your eyes … but never once tried to force yourself on me … I think we should take advantage of these mutual feelings … don’t you think?”
It was too late to consider any other option. He was in love with her and now he simply didn’t have a choice.
He held her hips and put her in the right position, she was wet, he could feel the heat coming from between her legs. She bit her lips with a wicked smile. That night had changed the course of their lives.