Trained to Kill Book 2: The Aftermath

four: anyone else

"Karm, do you know if my blue tie is at your house?" Calvin comes from his room in a frenzy, trying to finish up packing for his trip to San Fran. He's catching a flight this afternoon to scope out some apartments and he also has a meeting with his boss. We're both avoiding the conversation of whether or not I'm going with him or whether or not we're gonna make it or et cetera. I tried to bring it up, but he shut me down and said that we would talk about it after his trip. That was days ago, and now the trip is here. I can't lie and say that I'm not anxious about it. Anxious that he'll go there and realize that its everything he ever needed- and then he won't think twice about leaving me here.

Cause the truth is, I can't leave. I couldn't leave before, but I especially can't now since I'm investigating or whatever with Val and her cousin. "Calvin, you're freaking out." I giggle, pointing to the same very blue tie he's frantic about lying on the couch. "Everything is going to be fine, plus I think you'll love San Francisco. Have you talked to your boss yet? Has he arranged for someone to pick you up from the airport and what not?"

"Yes and yes." He says as he straightens the tie on his outfit. He looks so delicious, good enough to eat. He leans forward and gives me a kiss, and I'm suddenly not okay with the idea of him leaving for so long. He'll be gone almost a week. "I don't see why you won't just come with me, babe." He's looking at me with sexy eyes, which is something he shouldn't do because he's already gotten all nice and dressed and he and I both know that neither one of us would hesitate to mess that up.

"You know I can't. I told you I'm helping Val and-"

"Her cousin. Right." Calvin says and walks back towards the room. He didn't roll his eyes, but he might as well have.

I groan. "Cal, can you please stop having an attitude when it comes to him? Both of you are making it awkward. I don't see why you two can't just get along."

Calvin snorts. "He's an ass. I don't see how you two do get along. Seems like y'all have been getting along quite well, actually." He says with a hint of accusation in his voice. I know he doesn't like how much time we all spend together.

I give him a look. "Please don't start with this again."

He emerges from his room again, suitcase in hand and looking as sexy as ever. His expression is serious, those green eyes nearly piercing my heart. "All I'm saying is that he needs to keep his distance."

We stare at each other for a few seconds that feel more like a few years. I love it when he gets all serious on me. It suits him so well. His eyes move from my eyes to my lips and in a hot second, our tongues are wrestling each other's. He drops his suitcase and wraps his hands around my hips and lifts me up around his waist. I grasp his face, trying to feel him as much as I can before he leaves me for so long. Calvin really just doesn't understand how stable he keeps me, how much I cling to him to stay sane. I need him. I need him.

He carries me to the bedroom and throws me on his bed.

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"Sorry, sorry I'm late, I know. I had to get Cal to the airport, he almost missed his flight." I say as I slide into the booth next to Val at the bistro we so dearly treasure, right in the seating area of the waiter we treasure even more. "Why are we meeting here again?" I ask. I glance at Jacob and he's looking nice today, wearing a t-shirt that compliments the tattoos wrapped around his arms and some blue jeans that fit very nicely. His hair has been braided back in two cornrows, thanks to Valencia probably, and his stubble is looking very...

Stop it Karma! Jeez. The man is delicious, we get it. You have a boyfriend. My conscious scolds me. I look away. Though, Jacob takes a sip of his water and he probably thinks that I don't notice the smile that forms on his face. The damn bastard probably knew I was checking him out. Unexpectedly, his eyes meet mine and I look away, again.