Downtrodden breath, gasps, groans, screams... Goosebumps and cold streams on the back. When they finally run out of steam, melting snow is everywhere, perhaps even in shorts. Disheveled, flushed, laughing. Louis jumps on one leg, trying to shake the mud out of his ear. The whale is on his knees and gasping for air. Her cheeks are glowing, her lips are bright, as if made up. Roswo is covered with snow dust, like a cake with powdered sugar. He shakes himself off and sneezes funny.Tom lies on his back, arms outstretched, a cold mess melting behind his collar. The heart is pounding. It's disgusting, and great, and cleanly shakes out a hangover. He got it more than the rest - these devils united, knocked him to the ground and with four hands stuffed snow by the scruff of the neck. Kitty holds out her hand to him, smiling.Get up, Tommy. You will get sick.“Bastards,” he says with a laugh. He sits down, holding on to her icy wet fingers. She helps him shake out what has not yet melted. Lou
“Shasha walked along the shoshe… Oh, hell, you can break your tongue! How can you pronounce it?- Yes, not Shasha, but Sasha. You can say, you're just a moron ...- You're a moron yourself!How long have you been meeting with her? She already speaks good English, but you can barely babble in Russian, you can’t connect two words. Of course, moron, who else ... I already know more than you!And Tom didn't brag. To be a little closer to Kit, he began to learn Russian. It was not easy, but better than my brother. And Tom was proud of it. In this competition, he clearly won.Instead of snapping, or saying something like - fuck, little one? - Louis made a sad face (Kit said that they both had an innate "puppy" look), and sighed:“Damn, I miss…Tom shifted his posture, spreading his outstretched leg. He shoved the laptop onto the table, pushing his brother's sketches. And decided to ask:“Lou, why don’t you propose marriage to her?”The brother looked at Tom as if he was insane, spat out the
Tom woke up pretty early. The bus rocked smoothly on the move, they are still going. He rolled over onto his back, putting his hands behind his head. Keith... No matter how hard he and his brother try not to make noise, you can't fence off the audio accompaniment of violent sex with curtains... A week... a whole week will have to endure somehow.Suddenly, Tom felt something jump onto his bed. Something like a cat, moving gently and silently. He raised his head, puzzled. Austin stayed at home... there couldn't be any other animals here. He took a closer look and saw - at the feet, in the twilight of the sleeping niche, something swirled like a small gray cloud, like thick smoke from a fire. Strange, but for some reason this did not frighten him, but only surprised him.A puff of smoke began to approach, shimmering in shades of gray and blue, hovering over Tom's stomach. The younger Sparks reached out his hand, for some reason very heavy, as if poured with lead, and tried to touch the a
Hey-ear, about rubber products - I have an idea! Keith giggles and, hugging Tom by the neck, whispers in his ear. As if someone could overhear them. He hasn’t left the kiss yet (even if it’s almost innocent), he’s already shivering, and then her hands on his neck, the scent of her body, a warm whisper… Damn… that’s it, he’s not responsible for himself anymore… Tommy turns his head to catch her lips ... and hears voices near the bus.- This is Lou, he can't come here! And then it will be prematurely delighted.A second - and she is no longer near Tom ... She slipped away to the doors with a flexible catlike movement and blocked her brother's path.- Okay, baby, as you say ... I won’t come in ... then please take it out to me ... - Tom hears snippets of phrases. My heart dances an Irish jig in my chest. He clenched his fists, trying to control himself. What was it? Does Keith not notice anything and behaves with him as with a kind of girlfriend (“her girlfriends” are all male, Lou said
The week spent next to Kit was a mixture of hell and heaven for Tom. And a source of mass of pleasant, funny and funny memories.Keith is at McDonald's, watching the double hamburgers floating past on trays with her round eyes, and says that she might be a vegetarian tonight. And he orders… chicken salad. In her opinion, it's quite vegetarian :)The whale follows his spit flying into the river with a touching look.“Always wanted to spit off the Brooklyn Bridge,” she shares. — Even if the bridge is not the same, but still the feeling is awesome ... Come on, who is next?Keith wipes away a tear when he sees a homeless dog carrying a box in his mouth, begging for change for his master.Kit makes "pappy eyes" *, persuading Lou and Tom to buy her ... a crocodile on a farm in Louisiana. You see, she finds them "terribly cute." Probably, this was the only time when Louis answered her request - no. What prevented her from buying this crocodile herself - God knows ...And Tom also remembered
“Spend the night with me, Keith…” Tom asks. He gets frightened by his own impudence, gets frightened and begins to speak hastily and inconsistently: One night, Kitty, please! Lou will never know... it won't happen, I swear! I won't touch you if you don't want to, just spend this night with me... Don't leave me alone... I love you... Oh, fuck, fuck, saints! He said IT! Everyone, the bridges are burning! What will she answer? What? He will send... laugh, say, you're crazy, lilʼbro*... Fucking iodine, how scared he is! Tom is standing right next to her, almost looming over the short figure, not daring to touch her. Flapping long eyelashes like his brother's. Inside, everything twisted into a spring, poured with nitrogen. He calls her name, her real name, and she flinches because he never called her that. She is silent. She lowered her head, biting her lip, looking at the floor. Then he looks up. In the green whirlpools there is not a shadow of mockery, only light and ... attraction? D
In theory, according to all the laws of the genre, to the phrase "Keith, marry me", she should have laughed and said something like - yes, you are completely crazy, lilbro! Tom was inwardly ready to hear something like that. It wasn’t that he really hoped for her consent, he just didn’t know how else to prove that he truly loves and that he has the most serious intentions.In the morning he did not dare to impose on her. I would like to stay - I would have stayed ... since I left - it means I wanted to be alone ... And the guys do not need to see them in an ambiguous situation. She was even with him, restrained, as if nothing had happened at night ... And all the way to the ferry in Tom two loves fought - for her brother and his woman. Love for a woman won. At this stage, at least.She didn't laugh. She asked again - what? And when he repeated his proposal, breaking with excitement, she answered:“Thanks, Tommy… that's very nice, but… don't,” she smiled, squeezing his fingers, “You as
Tom opened his mouth to start making excuses...and came up with nothing. What the hell could you come up with? Here it is, his text message on the topic “overslept out of pity” - nowhere more frank.“It’s true… I love her…”Add - and she me, Tom did not dare, although he did not raise his hand to erase that very short word.Lou gripped the phone in his long fingers until his knuckles turned white.- You love ... yeah ... And you fuck with her. Wonderful. And how long?He got up, never taking his eyes off Tom. The younger Sparks decided that now his brother would hit him. Internally prepared for a scuffle.“We don’t sleep… well, I mean… it was just once…”“How long have you been fucking me, Thomas Jonathan Sparks, with her?” Lou snapped. - When did it all start? In the States?! In Dublin?!Tom shuddered, lowering his eyes.“Great… So Dublin… Damn, damn… Damn you both!” Okay, she... I still live with the feeling that this devil will leave me sooner or later... But you... You, Tom! You a
Kitty. The tip of the tongue pushes into the incisors twice, giving birth to the rhythm of her name. Like one of her bells jingling.Kitty. A drop of Metaxa on the lips. Two steps up the stairs to heaven.Ki-i-itti... It's like you're beckoning a wayward cat. Will he give a stroke or scratch his hands?Kitty. A syllable for each of her men. Two steps up the stairs to hell.Whale. One. The only one.Hank is drunk. Not too much, only to a pleasant dizziness, when the fingertips and the skin on the cheekbones become slightly numb, and the surrounding sounds become muffled. Yes, he drinks alone, so what? It cannot be called loneliness. She is here, with him, inside him, like the strongest alcohol, only this hop will not disappear with the dawn.Hank pushes the empty glass away with two fingers and reaches for the phone again. He doesn't let go of it anyway. The glass smells of roses. It smells of their first night, in which there was no one but the two of them, an empty park and a huge st
Her breathing and heartbeat stopped twice. Once while waiting for the ambulance. The second is on the way to St. Thomas Hospital. For the first time, Inspector Donovan had led her indefatigable, incomprehensible, bottomless heart. The second is a defibrillator.Of course she called him. Of course, she didn't wait...because she couldn't. They took Maniac. Miracle or divine providence, but with one blow of her almost toy knife she managed to blind him. Blind, he didn't get far. The kid the psycho used as bait wasn't physically hurt. Released from the ropes, he, sobbing like a child, pushed the policemen aside and held her head in his lap until the ambulance arrived.At the hospital, she underwent emergency surgery and received half a bucket of blood. The doctor said that the condition is stable, but life in general is not in danger.Tom flew along the night track at such a speed that he lost control and flew over the fence. The car is trash. He escaped with a broken ankle. The case was
The new taxi driver did not remain silent, but asked again - is the miss sure that she needs to go there? Kit irritatedly repeated that she was sure, and promised double the payment if they got there as quickly as possible. The Indian, swarthy as milk chocolate, beamed and said that the Fast and the Furious would seem like turtle races to her - with such speed he would drive Miss to her destination. Kit didn't listen to him. Her heart clenched in pain and horror. Harry got her... Even from prison, from solitary confinement, he could reach out to hurt her.Tapi… the baby's face came into view. He smiled and held out his plump hands to her. What will happen to him if she dies? Volume? Louis? What will happen to them all?But does she have a choice? She can't, she has no right to risk Hank's life... Because of her, only her fault, he got into trouble... She won't forgive herself if the Imitator kills this pure, innocent boy just starting to live. She can't live with it.“Here, miss. Ever
Kit tapped the end of the phone on the table, opened the case, closed it. She sighed. Strong coffee was cold in a tiny cup. She finished it in one gulp and beckoned the waiter to order more. Hank, who asked for a date, was running late. It didn't look like him. She agreed, reluctantly… After his antics with graffiti, the situation at home was like a minefield. Both pout. Both pretend not to pout. Both of them demonstrate in every possible way what magnificent husbands and even more magnificent fathers they are, in order to let her fully experience in this contrast what a cruel, heartless and immoral pig she is. Both secretly rummage through her phone, tablet and laptop. Both lay out in bed so that sometimes she crawls into the bathroom on wobbly legs - for five minutes to freshen up, and locks herself there for an hour to rest. She already hurts to sit.They did not hear any other answer to their question that evening. Lou grunted, "Do what you want with whom you want, but not in our
Tapi, say - Raivo. Well, repeat the same - Paradise, - Keith persuades his son.— Ay-oh! - the redhead chirps cheerfully and again tries to grab the smoky bobtailed ball on plump paws. And he is trying to grab a human cub, diligently opening his small, but already quite toothy mouth. The son laughs. The puppy growls, thinly, funny. Both are equally funny, clumsy. Louis watches this with a smile. She and Tom did not dare, but some damn mysterious HD did not hesitate, took and gave her a puppy. And she seems to be quite happy. Fuck! To the question - what kind of HD, allowing herself such almost intimate gestures, she waved it off - but, there is only one fan. Rrr. It seems that to feel with this woman something one thing, positive, for example: happiness, peace, peace, is absolutely unrealistic. There will definitely be a dark side, a fly in the ointment, a worm of doubt, a soul-rending minor note in a seemingly major melody.“There’s some moron under our windows drawing a heart on the
“The bullet is the last solid argument in our argument with you, in our argument with you, in our argument with you,” Keith repeated the chorus line and listened as the melody reached its highest point, to the climax, and then stopped. Phew... She's squeezed like a lemon. Exhausted and happy. She smiled and thanked the audience. I caught a plush animal thrown by someone on the stage. I put on my shoes. James was already waiting for her like a bayonet, escorted her to the dressing room and froze outside like a rock. The guys quietly hated him, unfairly believing that he was reporting to the Sparks about Kit's every move. Only with Lekha did he develop a warm, almost friendly relationship. Equally large, massive, they looked at this world and one small woman from one point of view accessible to them.Kit armed herself with a cotton pad and makeup remover. Let the boys hang out if they want, but she is tired like a dog. Erase this mask from your face and go to the hotel, bye.“Miss Keith
Hank took a deep breath. Turned over to the side. On the stomach. Again on the side. Opened, it seemed that it was too hot. The clock at the head of the room lit up part of the room with a ghostly light, showing 2:13 am on the clock face. There was no sleep at all. Pulling the pillow from under his head, he pressed it to his stomach, wrapping it around his knees. At least some illusion of a red-haired witch is nearby ... He had never fallen in love so quickly and painfully.Once he got on the Internet, he surfed for hours on end, looking at her photos, listening to her music, and reading articles, interviews, and gossip of all kinds. In the photo, she often appeared with one of her boyfriends, or even with both at once ... Jealousy was driven into her heart like a painful nail at the sight of their happy faces and remained there, burning. The brothers adored her, and it was impossible to hide it - the camera does not know how to lie. At one time they did not advertise their relationsh
Hank woke up completely numb. The water was chilly before dawn. The sky was already brightening in the east. Only his stomach and chest were warm, against which the Kitsune curled up under his windbreaker was pressed. Didn't dream. She and all this wonderful night he did not dream.Smiling, he pulled his numb hand out from under his red head as carefully as possible, gently stroked her hair, and got up to stretch his body, stiff from an uncomfortable overnight stay. We slept for three or four hours, probably ... I want to drink to death. Kitty sighed, curled up tighter like a cat, but didn't wake up. It's probably freezing... I wonder what time it is? His phone died at night. When will the damn gates open? A couple of cups of strong hot tea and a good English breakfast are a must for them. It is necessary to wake her up ... I wonder what awaits him after waking up? Will she smile? Get up and walk away with a stone face? It's kinda scary...Squatting down in front of her face, he strok
“Turn away,” she demands sharply, and Hank obediently turns away while she dresses. You could just watch ... and not only ... and suddenly - how you cut it off. Lowering his head, he picks up his clothes scattered on the grass and makes an attempt to pull his tight jeans over his wet body. It turns out badly ... His hands tremble, his knees give way. And not at all because spring in London is not Thailand for you. Oh, what was it? And now what? What's next?Once dressed, Hank turns around, unsure where to look. In the eyes? Perhaps best in the eyes. In the bottomless, with predatory sparks ... almost inhuman. They just had something like that ... and now? A cloud that has run into the moon hides Kitsune's face in a dense shadow, not allowing him to make out his expression. Blood rushes to his cheeks and a new wave of shivers wash over Hank from head to toe. He lowers his gaze, staring at her bare feet.“You are so beautiful…” he says softly, unable to think of anything better. - I…“S