She's mine.

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Feliciana Banquette

His hands were slim and veiny but ever so warm. I recognized him but I couldn't find the gut to ruin the warmth of the moment. In that moment, I wasn't a cop, I was Feliciana Banquette. His arms were like a fluffy drape wrapped around me. I pretended that I didn't know it was Kai Satski. I heard the bus approach with a gush of water splashing beneath its large rubber wheels. The city bus was half purple and half white with a Dior perfume ad splayed onto it.

"I should get going..." I whispered as I felt his lips against my earlobe. The older man was walking into the bus, I wouldn't be safe alone but I wasn't going to pry.

"No."
I looked up at him curiously at his denial.

"I'm coming with you." He muttered, his grip on my waist tightening slightly. He knew it was risky, he could get caught, but he cared enough to protect me. I felt my heart in my head thumping like an elephant of fury.

Kai took me into the bus, his arm still wrapped firmly but gently around my waist and the other still holding my hand. We sat on two plastic chairs, he let me take the window seat. I felt the heat coursing through my body to the tips of my ears as our thighs touched. The ran cried hysterically outside and the cold air of the bus air conditioners weren't helping how artic I felt. I felt so cold but then again so hot beside him, I couldn't feel one emotion, my brain couldn't comprehend the moment.

My gaze flickered down to his lips, my tongue urged to explore his mouth and taste the undying flavor of his lips on mine. It's stupid, I knew that well enough but I couldn't help the fire that scorched inside me. I wanted to explore him.

I watched his fingers twitch, like he had the same urge, the same blaze...