Kimmie’s brain clicked and she realized she wasn’t dreaming about kissing Luke; she was kissing him. Relishing in the touch of his tongue against her lips and savouring the hint of mint that his mouth always held. She wasn’t imagining that his fingers were gliding up and down her spine; it was actually happening. The man she loved. The man who’d broken her heart with a text message. The one that left her alone on a Friday with no where to sleep. Kiss over. She pulled back, snatched away from him, and angrily eyed him. “What in the hell is wrong with you?” Kimmie demanded.
"Me? I didn’t kiss myself and from what I felt, you’re happy to see me."
"You cocky son of a-"
"I know I am. Glad you agree," he quipped.
"This may be a game to you-one kiss and I’m supposed to bend to your will and let you back between my thighs because you think you belong there? Go to hell, Lucas."
Between her thighs… was that supposed to push him away? That was his place and he would reclaim it, he relised how much he needed her. “Kimmie, Kimmie, Kimmie, you wanted that kiss, needed it just as much as I did, if for nothing more than closure.”
"How about you close your mouth?" Kimmie snapped. Before she could say another word, the power popped on and Kimmie bolted out of Starbucks and away from Luke. But the memory of that kiss haunted her and reminded her of hot Sydney nights on the beach when they were in love. When things between them had been easy and sunny, bright and filled with promise of a future filled with love. A future that Kimmie thought would mean her as a fashion photographer and the wife of Luke Hemmings. The latter dream ended with a text message. Still, she wanted to know why and what changed his mind.
She knew his close cousins death changed him, but the coldness she’d seen on his face the day of the funeral and later at his pent house kept her awake at night. Was someone to blame for his cousins death?
Did Luke believe he’d done something to cause her death? He talked about all the time when they were together. She’d wrestled with these questions for two years, and the moment she’d resolved to forget about him, there he was. Sexier and so much taller than last time she’d saw him. But not this time. She was not, in no way, shape, or form, going to allow him to suck her into his atmosphere again. Not when she was about to embark on her biggest and most exciting assignment of her career-shooting publicity shots for one of the biggest film studios in Australia. Sure part of the reason why she’d gotten the gig had been because of her best friend and current Sydney it girl, Imani Thomas, but the fact of the matter was, Kimmie’s career was on the uptick and Luke Hemmings could go to hell, twice. She had her closure, even if the taste of his kiss burned in her mouth.
