Destination Connelly (The Colloway Brothers, #4) - K.L. Kreig
Karma is king.
Karma is a bitch.
Karma is a dish best served warm. Or maybe that’s revenge? No matter. Isn’t revenge nature’s karma anyway?
There are hundreds of sayings about how we each reap what we sow. How we each get what we deserve in the end.
But the one I think fits this situation best is: Karma has no deadline.
And as I run my thumb over the eclectic navy logo on the corner of the pristine linen paper, I know this saying couldn’t be truer.
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He’s finally found me.
It was inevitable, really. I knew this day would happen; I just hoped to stave it off a little bit longer. Like maybe forever.
I try to stop falling into the past, to the last night we had together—the only night we were intimate. But as I sit here and feel memories stare me in the face, I can’t push the brakes hard enough to keep from crashing into them.
“I love your eyes,” I say softly, running a finger down his cheek as we lie side by side, our naked bodies entwined.
Thick, black, lashes that make me envious frame his unique hazel eyes. Eyes I’ve never seen on another human being. Amber encircles his entire pupil and covers the top half of his iris with flecks of bright greens and blues peeking through, but the bottom half has a thick ring of deep blue on the outer edge and is an incredible mossy green color. The contrasts are mesmerizing. Hypnotic. Otherworldly, almost. It’s as if the angels knew this boy was so extraordinary, so multifaceted, so special that a singular blue or brown or green just wasn’t adequate.
They also represent his carefully layered personality perfectly. The one I know he gifts to very few people—just the special ones. To everyone else, he’s cocky and arrogant and confident. But with me—when it’s just the two of us—he’s sweet and loving and vulnerable.
“They’re just eyes, princess.” His gentle smile is full of adoration. I’ve never been happier than I am in this moment, in his arms.
“No…you’re wrong. They’re so much more. They’re like glass windows into your soul.”
“What do you see when you look in them?”
“God, Nora,” he whispers before his lips land on mine. “I am so in love with you.”
My heart does somersaults. We’ve officially been dating for just a couple of months, but I’ve been in love with this man for close to a year. Tonight is the first time either of us has uttered those three oh so important words. “I’m in love with you, too,” I confess, my voice soft.
His magnificent smile steals my breath, lighting me up from the inside out like I’d just swallowed a whole jarful of fireflies.
“Just a sec. I’ll be right back.” Kissing me quick, he jumps out of bed and rummages in his backpack in the corner of the room, letting me admire his fine ass in the process. When he slips back into bed next to me, he gently takes my hand, slides something around my wrist, and tightens it snug.
Tears well in my eyes as I look down at a red threaded bracelet. Sitting in the center is a scarlet ladybug. My watery eyes snag his and I smile. “You didn’t make this, did you?” I tease.
“Hell no. I’m all man, princess.” As if to prove the point, he swoops back down, taking my mouth in a fast, punishing kiss. “I went shopping with my mom the other day and it caught my eye in one of those boutique stores as we were walking by. It made me think of you. I wanted you to have something from me before you left. Something you could look at every day. Something you love. To remember me by when we’re apart.”
I gaze at the first gift a boy has ever given me. “It’s beautiful. I love it. I won’t take if off. Ever.”
“You’re mine now. You realize that, right?”
I tumble into his depths once again. “I was born yours. Only yours.”
“Nora…” Hands frame my face; his lips capture mine once again. His kiss is tender, loving. It brims with promise and hope and the pain we both feel at our impending separation. I leave for Baltimore in the morning.
“Someday you’re going to marry me, Nora,” he whispers in my ear as he easily glides inside me once again on a strangled groan.
I believe him.
I believed the words I spoke with my entire self that night. I believed I was