Kill Me Now (Book 1)(Editing)

Chapter 47: Fifty Children

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{Recap}

“Say it already,” I become impatient. He catches me off-guard by leaning his head down and pressing his tender lips on mine. I gasp against his lips before responding by kissing him back. The world seems to fade away as I become lost in the kiss and I vaguely feel us begin to entangle our hands in the others hair.

            “What was the secret,” I breathe once we pull away.

            “There was no secret,” Mitch chuckles breathlessly as he rests his hands on my shoulders, “It was a trick to get you to come close enough so that I could kiss you,” he laughs.

            “You,” I pause as I try to come up with a good word, “Butthole.”

            “Call me what you want,” Mitch presses our foreheads together, “I still got the kiss,” he cups my cheek.

            “Sometimes I wonder how I love you,” I comment as I look up into his startling grey eyes.

            “But you do,” Mitch nuzzles our noses, “That’s all that matters.”

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            After breakfast Mitch and Eric lead us all in the direction of northeast, where in ten miles we should reach the camp. My small hand is enwrapped in Mitch’s large, rough one as we walk along. We share a loving glance when we both accidently look up at each other at the same time.

            “I want to kiss you again,” Mitch leans down and murmurs in my ear.

            “Mitch,” my cheeks enflame and I poke him in the side.

            “This is bad,” Eric says out of the blue as he stops walking. Mitch’s head turns in the direction Eric is looking and as he stare in front of us his jaw tenses. I curiously look in that direction as well and as my eyes take in the scene they widen to an abnormal size. A sticky, muddy swamp, filled with weeds and suspicious foliage blocks our route.

            “We have to go through that,” Kasey breathes in disbelief.

            “I’m afraid so,” Mitch mutters as he runs his free hand through his hair frustratedly.

            “We actually don’t have to,” Hank speaks up, “We can go to the boat and return at a later-”

            “Not an option,” Mitch whips around and faces Hank, “We are getting those children out of that hellhole.”

            “It’s stupid Mitch,” Hank retorts as he rubs his temples, “We are going in unprepared, we don’t even know what we are up against.”

            “Don’t use that as an excuse,” Mitch’s jaw clenches, “Admit it, you just want to get out of and save your a**.” My hand flies to Mitch’s arm and I squeeze it gently.

            “Calm down Mitch,” I whisper.

            “We’re all just a little stressed out,” Eric waves his hand between Mitch and Hank.

            “Nothing is holding you back,” Mitch folds his arms and narrows his eyes at Hank, “Go, save your sorry self. I’m pretty sure we can handle this mission with one less person.”