He hadn't moved, only watched her. He said nothing until she finally glanced up at him. He gave her a long look she would have to be blind not to understand.
And she got it. Her face flushed and she looked down quickly, rubbing the hell out of her her legs so she missed the grin he had to bite to hide. She straightened then, still holding the towel. She raised her chin a little, defiant and challenging, the Kitty Kat he remembered. He smiled.
A moment passed. A minute or two. Neither said anything. They just stood on the dock and looked at each other under the warm and unpredictable sunshine. He felt like a thirsty man staring at an icy cold beer.
She returned his look, then whispered his name in that raspy grown up voice he felt go all the way through him.
"Jensen" she said softly.
Just Jensen — his name was all she said.
And he was lost.
"Hey Kitty —" he said.
They swam on the cove where the water was shallow and warm enough to enjoy. One time they hung out in a sailboat's small cabin, laughing at the weather and eating a Lunch of egg salad sandwiches and barbecued potato chips she had brought along. Years later, he couldn't eat barbecued potatoe chips without thinking of that day —without thinking about her.They spent so much time together. They talked about everything. About school. About poetry. About music and movies they loved. They talked about life and death and dreams.One day they went to their childhood favorite place. The place where she had seen him cry. The place that had become their favorite spot. They stayed out there till late in the evening, and when they decided to go back, on their way he pinned her against a tree and did the one thing he had wanted to do since he saw her again on that beach.He pinned get against a tree and kissed the hell out of he
He tried not to let out bother him much.Till Jonathan had told him she planned to move away for good — with Mitch.What the hell? He couldn't let her do that. Even if she was doing a damn good job of hiding it he knew she still had a thing for him. He saw it in her eyes whenever he saw her, the sharp intake of her breath whenever he was close to her, with the way she did everything possible to avoid him.He couldn't let her go. He forgot about his decision to respect her wish and he went after her.And so he told her. The night before she left. Told her he wanted her to stay....Begged her to stay. She didn't want to listen. She said Mitch cared about her and she was going to try to make it work between them.In his opinion Mitch didn't care about her like he did. Mitch didn't deserve her. And he told her that.Telling her that hadn't helped matters. Be
One day, Eight hours and…six minutes.That was how long the text had been sitting in Jensen's inbox. He detested that he was reduced to even knowing how long it had parked itself in his consciousness, taunting him with it's presence.Taunting him with that gut twisting mix of hope and bitterness he thought he was finally rid of. He detested the fact that it had taken just one text from her to reduce him to this. He hated that she still had that effect on him. After five damn years.How he wished it were one of those mundane work texts or emails he had become so adept at passing to his assistant to deal with.Then, from a safe distance, it would have been so easy to tell her to handle it. Or, better yet, delete it.But here it was. Not handled. Not deleted.And about as far from mundane as it could get.Not when he had already read
Jensen was torn between grinning at her sheer nerve and cussing at her unsubtle hints that his response was in any way defective.Okay. So maybe he was a little rude. He could admit that, but It wasn't like she didn't deserve it. He thought.But even at that, his gaze remained riveted on a particular line: I'm moving back into town in a few days.…She was coming back. So even if he didn't meet with her. He was definetly going to see her again. And that was something he wasn't sure he wanted to do.He sighed."Damn you, Kat" he muttered. "Damn you".----------------------------------Katherine realized that she was boxing up the kitchen stuff with a little more force than required.She stopped, and took a deep breath. It wasn't her fault. No one could blame her. Jensen and his stupid attitude was capable of making anyone lose it.The
It read :I didn't know you were moving back. That's good news... I guess. Anyways, we could meet in my office on Monday. One pm..I guess you already know where my office is. If you don't, get Jonathan to tell you.Katherine stared at her phone for a while. The man hadn't changed. He was still as arrogant and annoying as before, maybe even more annoying.She realized a part of her was hoping he would refuse to meet her. Now that he had agreed to meet her she was nervous. How the hell was she going to handle seeing Jensen Packard after all these years.——————————————Katherine sighed as she got closer to her parents house. It had been a long journey. And definitely not easier when Tim had asked "Are we there yet?" like every fifteen minutes.Their stuff had arrived two days ago, thanks to Jonathan. He took care of that too, and Katherine was so thankful. What could she have do
Maybe agreeing to meet her wasn't such a good idea. Jensen thought.It was Monday. And he was in office. He couldn't get anything done. He realized he had been having difficulty getting anything done since she had sent him that bloody text. She was constantly on his mind and he found himself always losing focus.His secretary knocked and entered his office"Sir" she said."Yes, Mrs Geller" he answered, her presence making him snap out of his thoughts."There is a Miss Kavell here to see you, she says you are expecting her, but I checked and she doesn't have an appointment.""Yeah... Let her in"It wasn't going to take long. He just had to hear what she had to say. Straight. Sharp. To the point. Sayo nara. Goodbye. Maybe seeing her once again was just what he needed to get over her —to get her out of his mind once and for all.Jensen grimaced as he a
"Come in" he said and his secretary walked in."These are the files you requested sir" she said, dropping some files on his table."Thanks" he said. "I will let you know when I'm done with them".She walked out and he bent his head, focusing on the files his secretary brought as he went through them.Katherine took the opportunity to study him as he worked. He was dressed in a light blue shirt, his suit hung on his chair headrest. A first two buttons of his shirt opened, his exposed chest revealing some of his chest hair, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows. His hair looked amazing, dark and wavy. She had this annoying impulse to run her hands through it. His arms impressed her, they looked so damn strong. He looked so big. Being alone in his office made her feel so small. He still looked so damn good. His lips still sexy as hell.She shouldn't be thinking this. She told herself. His ph
"Yeah that's right" he replied carelessly. "And because of what you felt for me — what we felt for each other. When I came near you, you felt an excitement so intense that you ceased to breathe —like you are feeling right now. You wanted me just as much as I wanted you. And that should have been enough to make you stay"He looked so angry. Katherine thought. The look wasn't just in his eyes. It seeped through every shrug, every curl of lips she thought were the most perfectly created set of lips on earth.She looked deeper, pathetically desperate to find something else. Something more. A reminder of those semi carefree years when they would walk together, talk about anything for hours, and resume conversations the moment they saw one another again.But the man she knew had been replaced by a harder, edgier version of a Jensen Packard. Maybe it really was bad idea coming to see him.He grimaced and for some reason st