Epilogue
I curled up closer to Joshua, burying my face in his chest and inhaling his familiar scent. A citrusy cologne and something completely Joshua. It was quite intoxicating. Joshua kissed the top of my head, his index finger tracing little circles on my arm aimlessly. Staring at the TV, which was switched to the FOX News channel, we enjoyed our little privacy. I toyed with a stray string on his shirt.
"It's been four months since the raid of a terrorist group who terrorized the US through computer hacks and other forms of attacks stationed in a deserted area of Russia. We are here at the White House to talk to the President about the incident. Nearly a year ago, the President and his family were targeted with the first attack of many-"
Joshua muted the TV, sighing. Below my cheek, his chest rose and fell. His arm tightened around me. Images of my brief time in that compound flashed back to me. Thomas hadn't made it back. The terrorists had killed him before the CIA and Navy SEALS raid of the compound. Unfortunately, Pinstripe Suit got away on a hijacked helicopter. The CIA has been trying in vain to find him, but he seems to have disappeared off the face of the Earth. The thought of him getting away made me furious. If I ever come across him again, I swear to God it won't be pretty.
I was tortured nearly every day during my two weeks in that compound. I would kill him for my pain and Thomas's. My pain and any other spy who lost their life to that network or that is still alive out there somewhere, being tortured in ways unimaginable to even the most seasoned and experienced spy. They've been quiet recently, but I haven't relaxed. It can mean they've either given up or they're planning something. Something big. I doubt they've given up. Most of my colleagues agree. It's unusual for a terrorist network as big as the dark angels to just give up.
"Ember, are you all right? You look like you're ready to kill someone." Joshua asked, his voice muffled by my hair.
"I am." I answered, taking a deep breath and looking up.
I met Joshua's beautiful gray eyes and melted slightly. Those hauntingly beautiful gray eyes. The eyes I fell in love with when I first started-
I slapped his chest. He raised an eyebrow, confused. I smiled.
"What is it now?" he asked.
"You still owe me that first date, mister!" I said, poking his chest with my index finger.
He laughed, wrapping me in his arms and pinning me down onto the black leather couch. I laughed, letting him. I could get out if I wanted to but, truly, I didn't. I propped himself up above me with his elbows on either side of my head, his hands wrapped around my wrists.
"I do? Well, I assumed that sleeping with you back at Buckingham would count-"
I laughed as he broke off his sentence to kiss me. I turned my head, his lips catching my cheek instead.
"Shut up!"
Joshua smiled. We stared into eachother's eyes for what felt like forever. I felt safe in his muscular arms. His body pressed against mine felt like home.
"All right. How about dinner, Saturday night? On me."
"Well I should hope it would be on you, considering it's a date and you're my gentleman."
Joshua laughed, kissing me sweetly again before speaking. This time he caught my lips.
"I know what I want to have on me right now." he whispered in a low voice, wiggling his eyebrows playfully.
I laughed, pulling my right hand from his grasp and stroking his cheek. I'll worry about terrorist groups later. Right now, the only thing on my To-Do list is the President's son. It's a task I'm very much looking forward to. My life: Presidents, Spies, and Boys, Oh My! I wonder what else there is to come...
(OMG. It's the end. I'm literally about to cry right now. :) You guys are all amazing and thank you for sticking with Ember and Joshua to the very end. But, I have some news you all might be very glad to hear. I AM GOING TO WRITE A SEQUEL!-check author's note for further details- also, feel free to check out any of my other books or the one I recommended back in Chapter...39? I think it was. Anyway, it's called Directions to Starbucks. Don't forget it! Check it out! I love you all! Bye! P.S. The song I put at the end is my FAVORITE SONG right now. I imagined Ember and Joshua listening to it while writing this scene. Enjoy!)
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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...