Prologue 2

Eight years Later

Miraj's lips were on mine before I could register that I was in his arms. It was a slow kiss at first like he was trying to savor my taste. After some slow kissing he put his tongue in my mouth and then it was a bedroom kiss. Completely inappropriate for an audience of bodyguards and our three year old son. But I had forgotten about them for a moment because I could feel the desperation and the need for more in his kiss. I put my arms around his waist and pulled him closer to give him what he needed from me. Rationally, I had no idea what it was but my body knew instinctively.

He broke the kiss and brought his forehead down to mine as we both caught up on some much needed breath. Once we weren't panting anymore, he said, "Be safe, Bee. I need you to be safe."

He removed his hands from my person and moved back. He would have left right then if I hadn't bunched the front of his shirt into my hands and pulled him back to me. Something hit me like a block of brick, figuratively, and everything changed in that one moment. I was full-on panicking now. My eyes kept darting from one point to another on his face. I had so much to say but I didn't have words that would come out. Because, ladies and gentlemen, my life chose this fucked up moment to tell me that I had feelings for my husband.

Hallelujah. There were bullets flying around and I was supposed to let him go to the front-line in a moment. I didn't know when I would see him the next time or if I would see him again. And my fucked up brain was screaming at me not to let him go because I had yet to tell him how I felt. His steamy kiss had short-circuited my brain and processing the ridiculous idea that I wanted to be with Miraj didn't help. I was like a deer in headlights and my husband like the knight in shining fucking armor he is, understood the battle in me.

He came closer than before, if that was even possible, held my face in his hands, and kissed me again. This kiss was to reassure me and I could feel it in the way his arms went to my back and moved up and down, trying to soothe me. I gave this kiss my everything and all the words I couldn't say were heard through this. I didn't want to stop but I didn't want to choke on my tongue either so I pulled back.

"I promise to be safe, too." He smiled after saying that and pushed me away. "Now go, Bee. I'll see you later", he said.

I watched him leave and then turned around to see Milo still holding Ari in his arms. My son was crying silent tears. I felt my heartache, physically, at that. I took him into my arms, wiped his tears and started walking.