Filed to story: The Lingering Kiss of Farewell Novel
She grabbed her suitcase and stepped away from him, only to find his hand clamped around her arm and she was spun around to face him as her tears finally spilled over. She’d not wanted him to see them, to see her heart stupidly break in front of him. But there it was. He got to see it as he looked down at her, and he was looking at her tears, not something she wanted him to see.
Then his mouth was on hers hard and demanding, his hand yanked her hard up against him, and he was kissing her properly, his tongue tangling with hers, as a hand slid up into her hair, and he was devouring her mouth with his own. Her hands curled into his shirt at his chest as she kissed him back, with all she had, kissed him like she loved him, with all she had.
She kissed him for the first time and the last time, a kiss goodbye. Her stupid tears wouldn’t stop falling, and she gasped and yanked herself away from him when she felt him start to grow hard against her belly. He was in love with some other woman, and yet still he could want her.
“You’re a bastard,”
she dashed at her own tears.
“Rin, you’ll understand soon.”
He reached out to brush her tears away.
She slashed his hand away. She would never understand him, how he could divorce her, but still want her? This was just like in the stairwell the very day they’d signed the divorce papers, so much hunger in his kiss.
Now, here she was feeling him all aroused by kissing her, but she knew he didn’t even want to kiss her, yet his body reacted to hers like it always did, and the way he’d held her, so close to him, all possessive like even.
“I will never understand you.”
She grabbed her su and hurried away, muttering
“Why I fell in love with you? I should have known better.”
She chastised herself because she knew it was the truth. She went right to the first class ticketing and stood in line. From the look she got from the lady there, she knew she looked a mess.
“Sorry,”
she murmured.
“I just got divorced.”
She stated by way of explanation.
“Any other luggage or just the carry??n.”
“Just the carry??n. I sent everything I need ahead of me. It’s one way.”
She walked through to security and passed on through like so many others before her and headed for the first??lass lounge to wait for that flight she was never going to get on. Went right to the ladies’ room to look at herself. It wasn’t really that bad, but everyone could see she’d been crying, and her lips were a little on the swollen side from his kiss. She took a moment for herself to just breathe. At least now she knew what it was like to be kissed by him. He’d devoured her mouth like he did her most intimate parts.
Though maybe now she was thinking that it was the wrong decision on her part, because now she knew he’d be kissing that other woman like that every night.
“Just breathe.”
She told herself as a lady came out of one of the stalls and looked at her.
“You alright?”
she asked.
“Yeah, bad break up.”
she muttered
“I’ll get over it. Thanks for asking.”
She sat and had a cup of coffee in the lounge and waited for her flight to be called, walked down there and stood inline when first class boarding was called. Didn’t race to the front of the line like so many others that she had, impatient to get on the plane. She wasn’t getting on this plane, but needed everyone to ti because that was her way out. If he checked, and she thought he would, he’d see her ticket had been checked in at the gate. That would allow him to be assured she left the country as he wanted her to.
She was standing there looking down that gangway to the plane and felt herself get hot all over, shook it off and told herself not to think about the confined space down there. She’d flown before, everything would be just fine. She handed her ticket over to the flight attendant who scanned it, and Rin tried to breathe through. the sudden sensation of rolling nausea that was starting to overcome her. She took a long, deep breath in, nope she was going to vomit and she knew it.
“Miss?”
“Claustrophobic”
she murmured, and she was. She hated small confined spaces more than anything in the world.
“I might need a minute,”
she dragged in a breath.
“Definitely need a minute… May I run to the bathroom and come back?”
She asked.
“Yes.”
The attendant nodded and handed her back her passport and ticket.
“You’re already checked in just come back to the front here.”/
“Thank you.”/she nodded and was gone, off to the nearest bathroom.
“Don’t think about it.”
