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features were the giant church, a single line of squat corporate buildings, and the mountains in the background –though they were gentle and green compared to those framing her home.
The moment the plane hit the pavement and rolled to a standstill, she grabbed her bag and leapt down the aisle. She ran past the endless hallway of outlet shops. She ran down the moving platforms. She raced the other travelers who didn’t know they were being raced against. There were no thoughts in her head now, only an image of Rhys’s handsome face and self-aware grin.
Natalya broke through the late gate and looked around. Where is he?
“I’m here!” someone shouted.
She turned to look and what felt like a truck full of bricks hit her. “Rhys!” Her arms wrapped around his neck as he wrapped his arms around her body, engulfing her. Their lips met roughly, their bodies pressing together to try and get as much of each other as they could.
“Natalya,” he moaned into her hair, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. Hard muscle cradled her softness, both of them beginning to sway together. “I missed you so much.”
“I missed you too,” she whispered back.
“Shall we go?” He pulled back enough to look down into her eyes. Natalya nodded and reached for his hand, peace washing over her as his fingers closed gently around hers.
“Do you live in city?”
“No. I’m closer to the mountains. I told you that before but it was quite a long while ago.”
The sensible part of her balked slightly at possibly being so far away from help if the unthinkable happened, but in all honesty the rest of her barely cared. And the beauty of the hills as he drove away from the city lured her further into a sense of wonderment and happiness, watching this American road cut through the country rather than weave with the lay of the land.
Such a strange place, she thought.
They drove in silence the majority of the way, Natalya leaning her head against the softly vibrating window to watch the world pass by. Pastel meadow flowers dotted tall grasses, acres of backyard for single houses spaced far away from each other. Each home seemed grander than the last as well, some with barns and others with what seemed like entire playgrounds in the yards, rising up taller and wider than she knew what to do with. What people lived in such big spaces? And what could a person possibly have to fill up a house so large?
And though she already knew Rhys did very well for himself, it only hit her now just how well that must be if he lived out here.
And then the road ended just up ahead. Rhys turned left at the last moment, onto an overgrown and barely-visible path made of powdery dirt. Natalya saw nothing, and then they crested a hill, started down the other side, and his house was there pressed back into a cleft of the very land itself where the mountains met hills and formed a horseshoe curve. To her relief, it was only about half the size of the mansions they kept passing to get here, but it was still an immense place.
“Oh, Rhys. This is your home?”
“The house and the surrounding valley, and a good deal up the mountainside too,” he said softly, speaking into the gathering shadows of twilight which spiderwebbed across the windshield. “Not sure how high up it goes, though. No one’s ever come all the way out here and said anything to me.”
“It’s beautiful.”
They parked in the driveway, right in front of the garage. “And it will be even more so with you inside.”
They came together around the front of his truck, holding each other sweetly and kissing as though they couldn’t get enough of each other. Natalya thought she could stand there for eternity and be as a statue, carved into that moment forever.
“Natalya? Might I show you something?”
She looked up into his eyes. He looked very grave but also troubled, as though this something he spoke of was either very important or a trap of some kind.
But she remembered how he bit
The moment the plane hit the pavement and rolled to a standstill, she grabbed her bag and leapt down the aisle. She ran past the endless hallway of outlet shops. She ran down the moving platforms. She raced the other travelers who didn’t know they were being raced against. There were no thoughts in her head now, only an image of Rhys’s handsome face and self-aware grin.
Natalya broke through the late gate and looked around. Where is he?
“I’m here!” someone shouted.
She turned to look and what felt like a truck full of bricks hit her. “Rhys!” Her arms wrapped around his neck as he wrapped his arms around her body, engulfing her. Their lips met roughly, their bodies pressing together to try and get as much of each other as they could.
“Natalya,” he moaned into her hair, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. Hard muscle cradled her softness, both of them beginning to sway together. “I missed you so much.”
“I missed you too,” she whispered back.
“Shall we go?” He pulled back enough to look down into her eyes. Natalya nodded and reached for his hand, peace washing over her as his fingers closed gently around hers.
“Do you live in city?”
“No. I’m closer to the mountains. I told you that before but it was quite a long while ago.”
The sensible part of her balked slightly at possibly being so far away from help if the unthinkable happened, but in all honesty the rest of her barely cared. And the beauty of the hills as he drove away from the city lured her further into a sense of wonderment and happiness, watching this American road cut through the country rather than weave with the lay of the land.
Such a strange place, she thought.
They drove in silence the majority of the way, Natalya leaning her head against the softly vibrating window to watch the world pass by. Pastel meadow flowers dotted tall grasses, acres of backyard for single houses spaced far away from each other. Each home seemed grander than the last as well, some with barns and others with what seemed like entire playgrounds in the yards, rising up taller and wider than she knew what to do with. What people lived in such big spaces? And what could a person possibly have to fill up a house so large?
And though she already knew Rhys did very well for himself, it only hit her now just how well that must be if he lived out here.
And then the road ended just up ahead. Rhys turned left at the last moment, onto an overgrown and barely-visible path made of powdery dirt. Natalya saw nothing, and then they crested a hill, started down the other side, and his house was there pressed back into a cleft of the very land itself where the mountains met hills and formed a horseshoe curve. To her relief, it was only about half the size of the mansions they kept passing to get here, but it was still an immense place.
“Oh, Rhys. This is your home?”
“The house and the surrounding valley, and a good deal up the mountainside too,” he said softly, speaking into the gathering shadows of twilight which spiderwebbed across the windshield. “Not sure how high up it goes, though. No one’s ever come all the way out here and said anything to me.”
“It’s beautiful.”
They parked in the driveway, right in front of the garage. “And it will be even more so with you inside.”
They came together around the front of his truck, holding each other sweetly and kissing as though they couldn’t get enough of each other. Natalya thought she could stand there for eternity and be as a statue, carved into that moment forever.
“Natalya? Might I show you something?”
She looked up into his eyes. He looked very grave but also troubled, as though this something he spoke of was either very important or a trap of some kind.
But she remembered how he bit
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