He grunts, and then to my surprise, he suddenly lowers his head and kisses me.
I am so surprised at the gesture that at first, I just sit there like a vegetable, the taste of him somehow familiar to me. I might not be able to move much, but I will be damned if I am going to miss this opportunity of kissing this man back. When I finally get over my surprise and start kissing him, everything around us seems to vanish.
This man has some kind of hold on me, a hold that has every fibre in my being coming alive at his touch and his kiss. I have been kissed before, but never have I felt like I feel now. This is what a kiss is supposed to feel like, this complete and utter overwhelming of the senses. When every stroke of his tongue against mine is like the movement of two bodies against each other while they dance the tango.
We seem to be in sync with each other to a degree that I wouldn’t be surprised if we have melted together into one. If this is what a kiss of his feels like, then I want everything, I want to feel every single touch, every single caress that he is willing to offer me.
Maybe I also feel this complete exhilaration because of the drugs I am being given, but I have never felt so alive. Whatever this is, I hope it continues. I don’t know how long we kiss, but it feels like the ground is moving under my feet, like I am being lifted into the air.
“Well, it looks like you are both feeling better.” Tal’s amused words have my saviour raising his head. I want to scream at him not to stop, but instead I raise my hand to the one of his that is cupping my cheek and hold it there.
“Thank you, Brother.”
His words have me frowning. What is he thanking Tal for?
“Nothing to it. I know you would have done the same for me, but next time you decide to go out and act like a hero, make sure you are wearing a helmet.”
I smile when I realize that these two know each other quite well by the way they are bantering. Does that mean that Tal was taking care of me because he thought I belonged to his friend? The thought is sweet when I think of the lengths he went to for his friend.
“What happened to Haldor’s sister?” my saviour suddenly asks.
I glance towards Tal, only to see his smiling expression change to one of sadness as he shakes his head.
“She didn’t make it,” he states.
“Shit! How is he?”
Tal shakes his head at the question. “You know Haldor,” he says, “he doesn’t talk much, but he’s one of the guys still on the ground looking for the staff.”
“Who is with him?” my saviour asks, a scowl marring his face.
“Garth and Colborn have stayed behind to keep an eye on him. Beowulf, Zerek, and Vain from the Johannesburg chapter have also stayed,” Tal updates as he places his arms on the back of the seat as he leans on it. Only now do I realize that the plane has taken off and we are now in the air. No wonder I felt like I was floating. I was literally in the air.
“Garth is going to have his hands full. Shit, if we hear that Qatar has burned to the ground we will know why. You couldn’t have left a crazier bunch of motherfuckers behind.”
I gasp. Is that where we were?
Immediately both men’s eyes turn towards me.
“Are you in pain?” my saviour asks.
“No, I’m fine, I just realized for the first time where I was.”
“It’s you!” I am surprised to suddenly see a woman throwing herself at my saviour.
His hand pulls away from my cheek and my first reaction is to tear the woman away from him. I have never been a violent person, but I swear the drive is there and maybe it’s a good thing that I still can’t move that well because I am sure I would be doing it too.
The anger that fills me is surprising, as I feel a blinding jealousy—a blinding rage at seeing another woman in his arms. To his credit, he is pulling the woman away from him, lifting her to stand up.
“You are alive. I was so worried you had died.”
“I am fine,” he mutters in a completely different tone that he uses with me.
“Thank you. You saved me—you saved us.” She is about to throw herself at him again, but Tal slips his arm around her waist, holding her back. He has just won my eternal gratitude with that action.
“Let’s try not to kill him off just yet, Darling,” he says smoothly as he takes a step back.
“Oh, oh of course. I’m so sorry,” she says. “I don’t know how you did what you did with that water, but I am in your debt.”