Echoes of Desire: Dance of Deception

ering of the cabin door. Tucking and rolling, I reached for the gun I always kept near me as I came up on my feet in a crouched position. When m

n's voice slurred, "Brianna

ontrast to the brightness of the moon at his back. He stepped the rest of the w

orcing me to narrow my eyes against the

here I continued to crouch. When he stood before me, pe

me. "Jesus Christ, Nathan, you're drunk!" I hissed, as jerking t

is hair, and with a sarcastic laugh, he slurred with a thick tongue, "That wha

often. So, the fact he

, only to find myself aghast when peering damn ne

?" The tone of my voice bet

his fingers, he slurred, "Um...hmm." Within seconds though, a puzzl

about it any longer, he gazed at me for several seconds, then placed hi

I'm going to call Tami so she can come get yo

k," he

tugged Nathan with me as I picked my jeans up off the floor, and awkwardly sl

ter, and slung it over my shoulder. Then, reversing our steps, I led him back

askew in my yard as we cross

eps were slow, and I had to use a great deal of perseverance, I finally got him into my pickup, and by the time I got him to hi

ers across his cheek again. "Come on, wake up

t him into the house. Now, as he sat on his bed, snoring again, I hel

, peering at me blurrely, as he muttered, "I didn't think

his mouth, he flopped backward on

and socks, setting the boots beside the bed, I stuffed the socks in the tops. From

across his length. Then, gazing down at him, I pushed aside the hair that was

room, leaving the door slightly ajar behind me, as

could be different between us. I hadn't wanted to leave him and

skittered up my back and shot straight to my brain, jolting my eyes open wi

me from the other side of the room. Sitting up on the couch, I turned my head until I was gazing at the o

slipping past his lips would make his head fall off his shoulders. Rais

ed the dark stubble on his chin and jaw. His hair was still sleep-tangle

and the love nest between my legs came alive. However, I pu

ed. Thinking he might have gone back to bed, I made my way down the hall toward hi

t on his bed, I noted he was sitting on

y lips, I took another step forward.

t seems I'm missing a few things. Like, uh, what happened last night, and wh

down before you kicked my door in-"

a previously dark area within his memory. Moving fast for a man who only a few seconds earlier had been suffering f

ng, and grabbing it off the dresser, he gave the sc

l seconds, before he quizzed, "No, it

know what was. Turning, I ran from the room, grabbed my purse on

my forehead on my steering wheel, then, raising my head, I grabbed the driver's door and slammed it

in reverse. Afterward, tossing my arm across the back of the sea

p shudder to a jarring stop, as I shouted, "You, st

foot and shirtless. Stepping around the bed, he began makin

ward. After my bumper scraped loudly in the dip at the end of the drive, I cranked the wheel,