Heartburn: An Everyday Heroes World Novel (The Everyday Heroes World) Tarrah Anders (i am malala young readers edition .TXT) 📖

His hazel eyes are settled on my face, and not a bit of hatred lies within them. I’m not sure what I expected, but it wasn’t warmth.

“I’m happy you came home,” he states, squeezing my hand.

“You are?” A single tear slips out of my eye.

“I had been living thinking one thing and only came to learn that it was completely different. I had always wondered in the back of my mind what happened, but now I have closure. I think that I understand in a way everything that happened at the time happened for the both of us to become who we are today.”

“Do you think that if I would have stayed that we would have been so motivated to change our lives?”

“No, I don’t.” He tells me honestly, shaking his head.

“I don’t think so either.” I agree.

“Last night, you asked me a question,” he begins, and I groan.

“Maybe we should just ignore whatever I’ve said in the past twenty-four hours.”

“No, we never did that when we were kids, and we will not start that now. But you asked me something. You asked me if I’ve been in love since you. And I wanted to answer you at a point where you can remember this.”

“Okay, can I have my hand back to brace myself for bolting out of here?” I joke as his hold on my hand tightens.

“I’ve had relationships over the years, I wasn’t a hermit and I didn’t become celibate. But there’s only been one genuine love in my life, and that was you.”

Another tear falls.

I turn my gaze away from his and I just can’t look at him right now.

“Why are you telling me this?” I ask after a moment of pregnant silence in the room.

“Because maybe, just maybe this time, we can have a happier ending.”

19

Rogan

We’ve snuck many glances at one another on shift tonight. We don’t know what will happen or when, but my comment yesterday opened the doors for a possibility of a second chance.

I will see what would become of us. But I will not risk my heart to be burnt again, hoping it will be a different outcome from the one we had prior.

The anticipation of what could come is killing me. We’re quiet at work tonight and as we pass by one another I grab her hand, lead her down a hallway and into a supply cabinet.

“What the hell are you doing?” She whispers at me as I shut the door behind us.

“I’m taking advantage of a slow night.” I tell her, stalking towards her.

“Rogan, you know this isn’t an episode of Grey’s Anatomy, right?” She smirks and puts her hands on her hips.

“I know. I want to think we’d be our own self-titled type of show,” I place my hands on the wall behind her, bracketing her in my space.

“Rogan, we shouldn’t do any of this here,” she says in a shaky breath, with her eyes saying the opposite of what’s coming out of her mouth.

“I know that we shouldn’t, but that doesn’t mean we aren’t going to break the rules.”

My hand brushes her hair off her forehead and ropes it behind her ear. I trace her cheek and my thumb pulls her bottom lip from her teeth.

“I dreamt of these lips so many times over the years,” I say in a whisper, as I lean down and brush my them across hers. “I dreamt that they were once again mine.”

Her chin tilts up and she opens her mouth as I dip my tongue into her mouth, meeting hers and deepen the kiss.

My arms wrap around her back as her fingers dig into my sides. A light moan escapes the two of us as our bodies press against one another.

Then the door to the supply closet opens, covering us in bright light as we scramble apart.

“Uh, yeah. I think I saw that thing around back here, along one of these um, shelves.” I say quickly, pointing over to the racks.

Kindra crosses her arms and nods, looking everywhere but at our visitor and me.

I look up at one of the residents and smile. “Hello, do you know where the glucose meters are?” I ask.

The resident shakes her head and backs out of the room, shutting the door and us inside.

“Shit! I cannot be labeled as a hussy for hooking up with the doctor. How cliché would that be?” she mumbles, chastising herself.

“Don’t think along those lines, and I’m pretty sure that she saw nothing. Our cat like reflexes really were convincing.”

She rolls her eyes and shoves my shoulder.

“We should get back to work.” She rushes past me, but I grab her hand.

“Come home with me tonight?” I ask.

“Maybe.” She smirks and leaves me in the space alone. With a hard-on.

Kindra stands behind me as I unlock the front door to my house, then I move to the side and let her pass by and walk inside before me.

The house is silent as we walk in. My house has an open concept design, and we walk toward the kitchen to set our belongings down on one of the chairs by the island.

It’s the start of the day for many people, but the end for us. The bright sun is shining into my living room through the open curtains and I see Duke stretch and stand.

“Coffee?” I ask as Duke leans against my leg.

“You want to have coffee right now?” She laughs.

“No, not really.” I turn toward her and smile. “Duke, go lay down.”

“Good, I don’t either.” She replies and I stalk the short distance to her.

My hand reaches up and I cradle her head as I pull her face to mine. Our eyes flutter closed and once our lips touch, I feel an electric surge running through my body. My tongue slips into her mouth and she tastes absolutely delicious. Our heads tilt opposite and I slowly lose all my restraint. I rock my hips pressing my erection against her to show her how turned on