Tommy wakes up from the first rays of the sun falling into the bedroom through a large, wall-to-wall window. The feeling of absolute happiness, returning with consciousness, is replaced by quiet horror when the palm does not grope next to Keith. Cool sheets, then my brother's skinny side. One rib. Louis is fast asleep. Unruly hair twisted into curls overnight. Plump lips parted. If it weren’t for the stubble, I would easily have passed for a girl ...Boo-boo-boom - the heart breaks in a panic.Tom jumps out of bed, pulls on his jeans. He doesn't have a hoodie. So she did. This thought makes me feel warmer. She's in the house... where should she be? In the kitchen. Drinking tea. Maybe talking to mom. She is all right. But torn nerves demand to immediately find it and verify this visually. Better yet, feel it.On the way, Tom looks into the bathroom - empty. She is not in the living room, and in the kitchen too. The parents seem to be still asleep. Starting to freak out again, he goes o
"Baby, don't you like it?" It's not tasty? Cook something else? Louis couldn't resist. Too unusual was the sight of Kitsune, indifferently picking with a fork in a plate.- No, what are you, everything is wonderful! she assured him, making no attempt, however, to move the breakfast from her plate to her mouth.Lou was awakened by her screams. In the hour that she and Tom were sleeping after the pool, she had a nightmare.- Maybe some tea? Do you want cupcake? Tom asked sympathetically.Kit turned pale, swallowed, and quickly shook her head."Damn it... I'm going to throw up if I see another one."“As you say,” Tommy answered hurriedly and looked at his brother in bewilderment. She did not say what she had dreamed, but the nightmare swept away all the peace that, as it seemed to him, had appeared in her after their tenderness.- Kitten, talk to me ... to us. Do not be silent. Please,” Lu asked, covering her monotonously moving fork hand with his long fingers. She looked away, shrugging
- You're not going anywhere! Lou's voice rose almost to a scream.- Don't yell at her! Tom snapped back.- Yes, uh-huh? Kitsune raised an eyebrow in surprise. “And how are you, I wonder, bothering me?” Are you chained to the bed?Dangerous metal rang in the girl's voice. Louis knew that he could either harden (and then he would definitely not be healthy), or crumble into mercury balls of tears. Now the second happens to her much more often ... Of course, he will not shackle her ... but the idea to ask Inspector Donovan to ban her from leaving the country for the entire duration of the investigation, I confess, came to mind ...“I’m sorry… Just don’t cry, please… Kitty, I just want to be with you.” As always. Nothing has changed. I can't let you go, don't you understand?! And Tom can't." Louis glared at his brother, demanding immediate support. "It's not right to live like this... especially after everything that's happened." I'll just die, because I'll worry every second if you leave
Louis Reginald Sparks, twenty-seven-year-old vocalist of the band Run Up My Galaxy, charming and a minion of fate, like any normal person, loved surprises. In fact, I used to love it. His younger brother Tom is too. However, the surprises presented by their common beloved woman with the gentle nickname Kitsune sometimes made them pretty nervous.One such gift for Lou was the transition from a monogamous relationship with Kitty to a love triangle with his own brother. The unquenchable love for the green-eyed infection made me come to terms with the new realities. Then Kit suddenly disappeared, leaving the club for five minutes to get some fresh air. It turned into a two-week nightmare for all three. In general, gradually Louis somehow fell out of love with everything unexpected and sudden.Is it any wonder that when he heard in the phone: “Go on Skype, please, honey, I have a surprise,” Lou tensed a little. She and Tom let her go home not to surprise surprises in general, but to collec
Louis hissed and sucked in air through clenched teeth, one of her hands slid down his stomach, into the waistband of his jeans, the fingers of the other into the rings of hair at the back of his neck, throwing his head back. The bells on his wrist chimed. Lips pressed against her neck in a rough kiss. Then he felt the sting - the sensations teetered on the edge of pleasure and pain. But she stopped in time, not letting the pain kill the excitement vibrating in every cell, and Lou groaned.For half an evening they played a funny game - they diligently pretended to be unfamiliar. Lou stared enthusiastically at the stage, Kitty didn't seem to notice him. Their maneuvers with glances, with wordless dances around each other inevitably led them to some kind of dark corner behind the stage, fenced off by boxes from the passage. All together: the darkness, the game, the scent of her perfume, the gentle pressure of her fingers made Louis shiver. How he liked her so ... similar, finally, to her
The kid did not think to cry. He looked earnestly at Tom, kicked his tiny feet in booties, and smiled toothlessly."Kitty, look, he's smiling at me!" - the guy admired, carefully lifting the child above the crib. - Hello, man! Did you recognize me?! I brought you gifts. And your adorable mom too.The heart beat faster. Of course, Tom had already seen him in real life since a month ago. But since then the boy has grown up a lot and even seems to be glad to see him! Beloved smiled back. There was an intense pride in the cat's eyes.When will it be given to us? I didn't think it was all that difficult.“I didn’t think it myself,” Kitsune sighed. - Probably, he will go to school before I collect all the certificates ... Well, at least they were allowed to pick him up for the weekend. Will you feed yourself?- Yeah, come on. Just show me how,” Tom readily agreed.“Nothing complicated,” she replied, putting the bottle to her cheek and making sure that the mixture was not hot. - Take it like
“Fuck-I-I… Fucking bee!” Tom hissed through his teeth. Kit pulled the sting out, but the poison had long since gotten under her skin. It was hot, like someone put out a cigarette on the body.“Fucking Olga Eduardovna…” Kit put forward a counterversion, blowing on the bite and applying a cold wet towel to it. - Brought her ... Does it hurt a lot, honey? - and gently kissed her side by side a couple of times.“I wish I had another tattoo.”“But… mmm… no rheumatism. Bee venom is medicine. You will be the most flexible grandfather in your old age. And it will stand ... wow! A chuckle was already breaking through the sympathy. Tom glanced over his shoulder. Kit's eyes shone, and she bit her lip to keep from laughing.- Laugh already ... what is there, - the guy allowed graciously. What else is left if a bee nipped your ass? Kit laughed.Don't tell Lou! He will pin me down.Having fun with all her heart, she wiped her tears and hugged Tom, who was lying on his stomach, by the shoulders. She
The airport. A soulless metallic voice monotonously announcing flights. Louis stands leaning against the cool barrier. Reflections of people float in the huge stained-glass windows, as thin as ghosts. The guy has headphones in his ears, the new Architects album is in his headphones, so he can’t hear the dispatcher. This is superfluous, he already knows when her plane arrives.The closer this time is, the more restless he becomes - he fumbles with the wiring, winding it around a long tattooed finger, steps with one sneaker on the toe of another, bites his lip. It would have been possible to arrive later, but he could no longer sit at home. So he is closer to her, at least a few miles.He knows when she will appear in the stream of other passengers. He feels it with some special feeling, the very one with which he began to feel her immediately, as he fell in love. It was it that kept him from believing the worst in those days when the maniac held her captive.Here ... now ... now ... th