Chapter 29
A hot shower and change of clothes later, I was lying on my bed, staring up at the ceiling and thinking over my outrageous day. Trey returned about an hour after me, but I didn't see him. President McGallen and Mrs. McGallen tried to find out what was wrong with me, but I didn't want to see them. Even without Jonathan telling me, I knew I couldn't speak of what he told me or what I saw. I hated keeping secrets, but I've kept so many that one more doesn't even matter anymore. I thought I knew the CIA. Of course, there are programs I don't even know of but...it's all too insane to believe. Suddenly, there was another knock on my door.
"Go away." I moaned.
"Ember, it's me, Joshua. Please open up." Joshua's voice came from the other side of my door, urgent and concerned.
I sighed.
"Leave me alone, Joshua." I answered, pulling my comforter over my head.
"Ember, if you don't open the door I'll open it myself."
Sighing, I tossed my covers off and stood up. Straightening my yoga pants and purple camisole, I unlocked my door and opened it. Indeed, on the other side, my boyfriend stood with a concerned look on his face.
"Ember-"
"Just kiss me." I said without comprehension, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him into my room.
He went stiff with shock at first but then sank into our kiss. I kissed him like I'd never kissed anyone before, wrapping my arms around his waist as he pushed me up against the wall of my room. The door slammed shut behind him. I pushed my hands up into his hair as his mouth traveled down, over my neck and collarbone. Chills ran down my spine and over my whole body.
"Joshua." I breathed.
He cut me off with another smoldering kiss. His hands went from my waist to the hem of my camisole, grabbing it and pulling it over my head. I groaned as he kissed me harder, his tongue invading my mouth. My hands fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. Eventually, the last button came undone and his shirt fell away. I pulled back, taking in his beautiful body. He was the complete look of a hot guy. Muscular and sexy. I whistled. He laughed, his hands tracing my waist and burning wherever he touched me. I breathed his name.
Picking me up, he carried me over to my bed. I sank into the messed up comforter, kissing him as if it was my last day on Earth. Joshua tugged on my yoga pants. I was suddenly tugged from my dreamy haze. Wait! I placed a hand on his, shaking my head as I pulled away. Joshua looked down at me with love in his glassy gray eyes.
"Joshua, I can't do this right now. Not in this way."
He had no comprehension in his gray eyes. I brought my hand up to cup his cheek, my thumb stroking his cheekbone. He turned his head to the side, kissing my palm. I practically melted. Is it hot in here? Joshua's chest loomed above me as I finally started analyzing my situation like, well, a spy would. I was half naked in a black lace bra with an extremely sexy guy. It doesn't take a CIA trained spy to know that. Well, shit.
"Why not? We're all alone. You know I would never hurt you." he kissed my forehead.
I sighed, shaking my head. He watched me expectantly, scanning my face with his eyes.
"I know that, Joshua. It's just...stuff with work, I guess. I can't tell you necessarily. I'm sorry."
Joshua sighed, looking away from my face and looking hurt.
"Joshua, don't give me that. Please. You know there's things I can't even tell my own foster parents. Joshua-"
Joshua got off me, picking his shirt up off the ground and tugging it back on. I sat up, propping myself up on my elbows. I felt hurt and upset that I couldn't tell him. Yes, I know I can trust him but this is my job we're talking about. There's always going to be secrets I can't tell anyone.
"Joshua-"
"I'll see you tomorrow, Ember."
With that, Joshua left my bedroom with me still reclined, half naked, on my bed. I was frozen. What just happened? How'd we go from nearly having sex to Joshua storming out? Weird day for me. Very weird day. Getting up and cursing my shaking limbs, I tugged my shirt back on and fell into bed. Not a minute later, I fell asleep.
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Presidents, Spies, and Boys, Oh My!
Teen FictionWhat if you one day fell in love with a boy you weren't supposed to? What if that boy was your employers son? Seventeen year old Ember Rhinehart has been raised to become a CIA operative. Training ever since she could walk, she knows sixteen langua...