A WALK BETWEEN TWO HEARTS-18

By LORRAINE 0.

PART 18

Nikita swallowed feeling incredibly uncomfortable and reached for her bag she had placed on the table moments earlier. Being careful not to look at either of them, she slung the bag over her shoulder wanting to leave them alone to talk.

Umm,, is there any room in particular I am supposed to be in? She asked moving towards the great hallway they had come in to begin with.

Michael looked at her, his eyes full of emotion as he shook his head. Third floor. He managed to get out before Nikita quickly disappeared, leaving them alone.

Simone pulled the zipper down on her coat; her lip trembled as she thought of Tristan’s reaction to seeing her. Pulling out a chair, she slid into it gratefully for her legs felt weak once again and sighed heavily, her head hung down.

Michael pulled his gaze away from where Nikita had left and directed his attention to Simone. He felt her pain and disappointment as much as he felt his own. Closing the distance between them, he knelt in front of her; his one hand covered hers gently.

He’s confused Simone. He tried to ease her feelings as best he could but knew nothing he could say would make her feel any better.

Simone sniffed; her free hand wiped her cheek dry as she gave a small laugh. He isn’t confused. He is resentful to me for not being in his life. He even said so. She paused lifting her head up to gaze up sightlessly at the ceiling her hand pulling out from under his. Together, they sat in silence. The only sounds were of the birds outside.

Nikita took the stairs 2 at a time, her heart pounding furiously in her chest as she started up the third floor stairwell. All she wanted to do was throw herself into his arms and kiss him hungrily. But of course, that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. Seeing the young boy there looking so much each of them was too much for her to take in and stay calm. Approaching a door, she pushed it open and peered in. Frowning at its dark furniture, she shook her head and closed it quickly. Crossing the hall, she pushed open the next door and decided this was the room. It was light and airy, the colours were pale yellow and rich navy accents with a large window. Stepping inside, she closed the door behind her, leaning against it as she let her bag drop to the ground. Covering her face with her hands, she groaned aloud.

Once Simone had chosen a room, Michael had insisted she rest for a while, promising to return to wake her up.

Simone smiled weakly as Michael gave her an awkward hug at her insistence. She knew he would seek Nikita out as soon as he left her, but knew she could nothing about that right now. Holding his hand as he walked to the door, Simone pulled him down by his neck and kissed him softly.

Michael tensed up for a split second and then forced himself to relax, and not resist her. She was fragile and he knew it.

Simone sensed his hesitancy and pulled back. I’m sorry.. I just needed that right now. She sighed looking away feeling embarrassed suddenly.

Michael blinked silently; his hand gave hers a quick gentle squeeze and then left her alone.

Michael walked quietly down the hall and stopped short when Tristan appeared. He had gotten dressed, but still clutched the brown teddy in his hand. She is in that room. He pointed to door 4 doors down behind them.

Thank you. Michael watched the young boy turn abruptly and trot down the stairwell. Taking in a breath, he approached the door Tristan had pointed out and knocked on it softly.

After a moment, the door opened. Nikita clutched the door handle tightly, resting her head on the door jam. Michael looked her up and down before speaking. May I come in?

Nikita sighed, casting her eyes downward and then stepped back, opening the door wide enough for him to slip in.

Taking the door from her hand, Michael closed it quietly, his eyes never leaving her face. Standing mere inches from each other, he pulled her hands into his, bringing them both to his mouth, grazing the warm skin of her knuckles with his lips.

Nikita pulled back, putting some distance between them and strode across the room to stand by the large window. Crossing her arms over her stomach, she kept her back to him, wishing she had more control of her emotions then she did right now. The sound of his boots on the hardwood told her of his approach and she closed her eyes willing herself to remain still. The feel of his hands on her shoulders made her stiffen involuntarily under his touch making Michael frown slightly.

Stepping closer to her, he wrapped his arms around her middle, pulling her back against him as he nuzzled his face in her hair. I’m sorry. His voice whispering in her ear made her bite her lower lip, her eyebrows furrowing together at the desperate sound it had.

Clearing her throat, Nikita turned her head to the left, lowering her chin looking down, wishing she had the words, but found none.

Michael rubbed his open palms on her midriff, sliding up underneath her shirt to rest on her warm skin.

Nikita grasped his wrists, stopping them from moving up any further and pushed them away from her, stepping out of his embrace.

Michael made no move to stop her and instead, waited calmly, his eyes fixed on hers as she glared at him. With one hand, she pushed her long hair from her eyes, her face flushed slightly as she breathed unevenly. There is something wrong with Simone. She was quite ill on the plane. Maybe you should go to her. She ignored his apology trying to keep the resentment from her voice but without much success.

Michael took another step towards he but stopped when she walked past him, her shoulder rubbing his knocking him back a step.

Nikita went to the bed, pulling her bag open, rummaging thru her clothes to occupy her hands.

Turning, Michael stared at her, knowing now just how hard this must be for her. She never rebuffed him like this in the past and it hurt. Determined to mend her feelings, he closed the distance between them, placing his one hand over hers and one on her shoulder. Firmly, but gently, he pulled her so she faced him, his eyes searching hers. Wordlessly, Michael cupped her face in his hands and lowered his mouth to hers, grazing her skin softly, gauging her response before moving further.

Nikita felt his eyes on her, eyes that always seemed to be open whenever they were close like this. If anyone else did that to her; she would have hated it. But with Michael, it was thrilling, erotic even.

I am more concerned about how you are. He whispered pulling back just enough to look into her face.

Nikita sighed, resting her for head on his chin. I am a wreck Michael.

Michael kissed her softly, moving the silky blonde hair from her face as they stood hugging.

The child,, is he? The sentence was left hanging between them, an answer not really needed. Nikita moved back, sitting down on the edge of the bed, looking down at her feet. How do you feel about seeing him after all this time? She asked fingers fumbling with a loose thread on her top.

Michael looked away, his gaze fixed on some unseen point in the far distance. He didn’t bother to answer as he really didn’t know how he felt about much of anything right now.

I can’t loose you Nikita. He said quietly, breaking the moment of silence between them. He looked down at her, his face seem conflicted, his eyes showing the strain of the past few days.

Nikita cocked her had to the side and held out her hand to him. Pausing only for a moment, he then took her hand in his, allowing her to pull him down beside her. Leaning her head on his shoulder, Nikita held his hand firmly within hers on her lap. You won’t. I promise you that much Michael.

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