She waited a beat, and a certain curiosity gleamed in her eyes, one he knew well. Would he follow? Those inquisitive eyes of hers asked the question, and even with the slight hunch of her shoulders, she begged to be pursued. Once upon a time, he might’ve chased her and tumbled her in the sheets with the promise of more in the future. However, she’d placed her bets on the wrong sort of man. A soul collector couldn’t have those attachments.
“I’ll walk you out,” he offered. Even though this could never turn into anything, he’d take whatever remaining moments he could get with this intriguing woman.
He followed her out into the early dawn sunshine, which coated every car and leaf in liquid amber. If he were still up at this hour on any other day, he’d be holed up in his apartment with a bottle of whiskey, trying to chase the demons away. If only every night could be like this one.
Erik leaned against the railing, debating whether he should walk off before he’d have something to regret later. The longer he watched her smile, listened to her lilting laugh, the more he knew she was trouble.
He stuck his hands into his pockets. “This is good-bye then.”
Amusement lifted her eyebrows. Instead of turning and leaving, she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him in for a hug. The press of her body against his shocked his system; he hadn’t realized how much he’d missed a woman’s embrace all these years. Her warm skin brushed against his, sending his senses into overdrive. The scent of jasmine fogged his mind, already overloaded from the simple touch of a person after so long.
A jolt of ice water flooded his veins as he returned the embrace on reflex. He needed to leave.
“See you around, Club Kid.” She stepped away from him then skipped off down the street. Already fading into a memory, she turned into a silhouette against the dewy morning light.
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