Chapter 7 The Steamy Reunion

• Clea kissed Tyler like she missed him. Like she really missed him. When her lips finally found his, they moved like they never wanted to be separated from his. With maddening hunger. And so much passion that, at first, surprised Tyler. It didn't take long for him to return the enthusiasm though.
• Their hands were fumbling through each other clothes in seconds and Clea was pressed against the window. She ran her hands through his hair, his neck, his chest. She couldn't get enough.
• Their lips parted and Tyler dropped his head to her chest. Clea looked up at the ceiling, feeling so much relief that she could cry.
• This was just like the old times. It was like nothing had changed. She and Tyler, skipping classes just to make out. It felt like yesterday. She almost couldn't believe this was happening.
• Tyler kissed his way up Clea's chest roughly. He pulled aside the tiny tank-top sleeve in an effort to nibble her shoulder. Licked his way to her neck, then face, and crushed his lips with hers again. He grabbed Clea's hands and pinned them to the wall above her, using one hand. As they kissed, he explored the inside of her top with his other hand till he found her bra. He pulled it down roughly, ruining the strap, but Clea was so lost in the ecstasy of the kiss that she didn't even notice.
• With the bra out of the way, Tyler cupped Clea's breast, the left one in particular. That, Clea felt. She sucked in a breath and moaned. The moan opened more space for Tyler in Clea's mouth and he dove in deeper with his tongue without remorse.
• He continued to rub and tease and squeeze her breast, and Clea continued to moan and groan and shudder. Her hands struggled against his hold, but only subtly because she didn't want them to come loose. She wanted him to hold them in place and do with her whatsoever he pleased.
• Like always.
• His hand left her breast, and Clea was disappointed. She had hoped he would play with it for a while longer. Her disappointment didn't last long when she realised where his hand was going. Her butt!
• When the cool palm of his hand grabbed her butt, Clea had to intensify the kiss so a loud groan wouldn't escape her mouth.
• She opened her eyes and saw Tyler's mischievous eyes inches away from hers. Their lips subtly came apart as they both smiled at each other. Tyler left her butt and used a finger to trail his way to her abdomen. He trailed a shape around her abdomen and left Clea feeling tingles all over.
• He smirked. "What did I write?"
• Even though she had done no running, Clea was out of breath. It was clear by her hoarse voice how affected she was. "You wrote something?"
• "Concentrate," he mouthed, then went on another round dousing Clea in exhilarating torture.
• "You going to have to fuck me if you don't stop."
• His mischievous self was put off. "I'm not gonna stop if you don't get it."
• He drew the shape again on her abdomen and Clea had to close her eyes to concentrate and make sense of it.
• She opened her eyes. "Was that a... heart?"
• He smiled proudly. "Yes." He drew another.
• It all became so quiet suddenly inside Clea's head. The physical craving was gone, leaving behind an overwhelming feeling of love.
• "U...?" she asked to confirm.
• "Love you," he said. "You got it."
• Clea's eyes started tearing up. "Love you too."
• Tyler released her hands, grabbed her chin and pressed their foreheads together. "I missed you so much. Hell, I just thought of you last night as I went to sleep. And I dreamt of you... like I always do."
• She sniffed and held his chin with both hands. "Ty," she called affectionately. As she stared deeply into his eyes, she could see herself swimming in them.
• He still loved her. That was so good to be true. It was like she always dreamed but for it to actually happen... was everything to Clea. Everything and more.
• The gloss in his eyes cleared over suddenly. He pulled her top up and sucked on her nipple long and hard while fondling her other breast.
• Clea almost collapsed. Her legs felt like they couldn't hold her up anymore and she could feel her clit swelling.
• Tyler brought his face up grinning. "Missed that?"
• "Terribly." Clea grinned back. "There's another thing I missed though."
• "Uh?" Tyler was lost, but only for a few seconds. Then he smirked.
• In a few seconds, his hand was inside Clea's panty, in direct contact with her hole.
• Clea had to invest a lot of effort to stop herself from screaming. It was achieved by digging her nails into Tyler's back and biting down harshly on her lip. She was just settling into the feeling and beginning to rub herself against his hand when the door slammed open and Kali matched in.
• Tyler and Clea's separation was instant and very messy. Luckily for Tyler, he still had his clothes on, Clea was the unfortunate one.
• "Kali!" she screamed as she hurriedly pulled her top down.
• Kali wasn't daunted. "I'm sorry, but I cannot watch this anymore."
• "You were watching?!"
• "No! I didn't need to. I could hear it, people! What's this, anyway? I thought you guys wanted to talk, not ruin the old lady's window."
• Clea and Tyler cast clueless glances at the window.
• Kali opened the door and ushered Tyler out. "You've made your point, Tiger. You may leave now."
• "It's Ty—" the rest of his words were blown away by the shut door.
• Kali turned to Clea who had taken a seat on the bed and was now looking as innocent as ever. "Girl, don't even give me that."
• Clea rolled her eyes. "If you weren't watching, how did you know the window was in danger?"
• "Don't change the topic. It's not my fault the door has a crack in it."
• "Kali!"
• "What you need is rest! Not an orgasm!"
• Clea groaned and laid on the bed. "What if an orgasm will do me better than rest."
• "No, it won't. Take that from someone who tried to have sex while sick."
• Clea chuckled. "You're crazy."
• Kali joined her on the bed. "No, seriously. Why are you being intimate with someone you're seeing for the first time in seven years? What if he has bronchitis or something?"
• Clea laughed. "What even is bronchitis?"
• Kali frowned. "I don't know... but that's not the point. What if he's married?"
• It occurred to Clea that she in fact didn't check his ring finger or ask, but she shrugged the concern off. "He loves me."
• Kali scoffed. "He said, he loves you. Which doesn't mean that he—" she stopped when Clea started to frown.
• "Can't you be happy for me?"
• "No, I can't. Not yet. I can't be happy until I'm sure this is something to be happy about. It's my job to worry on your behalf, isn't it?"
• They smiled at each other.
• "You don't like him?" Clea asked.
• "He gives me bad vibes... considering what happened between you guys."
• "That was so many years ago, Kali. This is a completely different time. We're older. Smarter. Free... it'll be different."
• Kali sighed. "I hope so."
• Clea grinned and hugged her. "I'm so happy."
• Kali chuckled and pulled her off. She wasn't much of a hugger. "Well, in great spirits, let's talk about what I found. And what I experienced."
• "What you experienced...?"
• "The car accident."
• Clea sat up. "Yeah, what about it?"
• "It has to be," Kali took a deep breath, "the weirdest thing that I have ever experienced. What caused your accident?"
• "I crashed into a tree." Kali remained curious so Clea further explained, "I swerved to avoid a kangaroo."
• "Oh. That makes sense. Now, that's the problem. Mine doesn't. My car did a backflip and I can't even say 'this' is what caused it."
• "...what?"
• "And it's really creeping me out."
• Clea held her hand. "It's okay, maybe you just couldn't see what caused it...?"
• "Okay." Kali nodded. "I'll believe that for now. So, what's the plan? How are we moving? Those dumbheads' drug men are already in town. We just need to find them."
• "I thought we would get here before them."
• "Same!"
• "Shouldn't be hard, it's a small—"
• A knock on the door sounded, interrupting Clea. "I got it," Clea said.
• She opened the door to the scrawny innkeeper, Inna.
• Inna didn't waste time on pleasantries as Clea feared. "The sheriff's here to see you and your friend."
• Clea wasn't sure she heard correctly. "Sheriff?"
• "Yes, the Sheriff!"
• "What for?"
• "Why don't you come down and ask him?" Inna replied curtly.