"Karawynn Long - Adjusting the Moon" - читать интересную книгу автора (Long Karawynn)If nothing else, it would take her mind off Jason. It was late afternoon, and
she had just finished a spate of enthusiastic vacuuming, when the door monitor beeped. She crossed the room and hit the "view" button, and the screen flickered to life. "Jason." She stared at him dumbly, conflicting emotions battling for expression. "Hi." He had the grace to look embarrassed. "Can I . . . come in for a minute?" She punched the monitor off and opened the door. "Yeah. You want your stuff?" He didn't answer, just stepped inside and put his arms around her. She returned the embrace almost by reflex. She'd always loved the way Jason hugged her; there was a kind of safety in it. After a second he pulled back and looked at her, touching her cheek gently with one hand. Melanie half-closed her eyes in response to the familiar touch. Then he bent his head and kissed her softly on the mouth -- once, and then again more firmly. His hands moved up to cup her face, and hers moved restlessly across his chest. For an indeterminate time she simply returned the kiss, melting into the familiar patterns and sensations. A warm, sexual tingle spread through her body -- something that had only ever happened when Jason kissed her, no one else. But some small part of her brain wouldn't leave it at that. Abruptly she disengaged from the kiss, backing up against the dining table and trying to regain some composure. "Yeah. Well, it's nice to see you too." "I missed you, Melly," he said softly. irritation. "I know. Melly, I'm sorry. I've thought about it a lot, and I really want to be with you. I don't care if we -- well, I do care if we have to move, but I want to be with you until then." He smiled at her. "And you never know, maybe something will come up." "Why now?" she wanted to know. "What changed your mind?" He shrugged. "I don't know. I just realized that I'm happiest when I'm with you, and it seemed kind of silly for us to throw all that away." She thought about that for a minute, and found herself getting angrier and angrier as the implications sank in. "That's it, isn't it. You want what makes you happy, and what makes me happy is strictly secondary, if it's even a consideration at all. You don't love me; it doesn't even matter whether you said it or you didn't." She gave an ironic half-laugh. "Suddenly I have a lot of sympathy for Kayla." "You don't know anything about me and Kayla." "I know how you treated me when I was confused and needed help. You called me a psycho bitch and walked out." He stared at her. "I don't know what you're talking about." Melanie paused. Of course, he wouldn't. For a moment she had forgotten that. She took a deep breath and backtracked. "After you left, I went to the virtual reality place, you remember? They have a technology now, where you can" -- she paused, choosing her words carefully -- "create a kind of computer model of somebody: looks, personality, everything. "I recreated you," she said, and saw him startle. "And went over the |
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