real truthâ¦I donât know what the hell Iâm talking about here. Maybe you really do hate my guts, and your stalker ex-boyfriend just trapped you in a closet for two minutes, and youâll need years of extensive therapy to recover. If thatâs true, then I am so sorry. But if thatâs not trueâ¦if your entire body is buzzing from being next to me in this closet the way mine is buzzing from finally being this close to you againâ¦then please, please tell me the truth. We can go back out there right now and face all those freaking horrors and death traps alone, or we can stay in here for a few more minutes andâ¦I donât knowâ¦justâ¦be together. So just tell me the truth now and I will never ask you again. Do you want to be together? Do you wantââ
Gaia shut Edâs mouth with her own. She clasped both her hands firmly around the back of his neck, pressed her lips to his lips, pressed her body to his body, and answered his question, clinging to him so strongly, it was almost as if she were afraid she might lose him again. They fell against the door as he wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, reaching his hands all the way around her back and grabbing onto her. His hands werenât really within his control at this point as they swept forcefully up to her back and then to the back of her head, pressing her to him, breathing her in with the desperation of a man whoâd been slowly suffocating for days. And in all honesty, he had been.
Philosophical Questions
GAIA LET HERSELF GIVE IN. SHE just did. It was entirely beyond her control. And she didnât care. Finally, for at least two whole minutes, she didnât care about all the watchful eyes and impending doom. She didnât care about her enemies. She didnât care who her father was. She didnât care about what joylessly heroic thing she was supposed to do next. All those things were surely waiting for her down on the ground somewhere. But as long as she had Edâs lips, as long she had his body pressing her against that door, she could hover just slightly above all of it, feeling weightless and resurrected in this cold cement janitorâs closet.
Resurrected. That was honestly the feeling coursing through her veins. Being brought back from the dead. At least for two minutes. His kiss was just like oxygen, or food, or water. And Gaia had been starving, parched, and holding her breath without him. All these days of zombifying self-enforced deprivation, and here at last was a moment of critical relief.
She knew she had just broken about twenty different promises by kissing him. Promises sheâd made to herself, pacts sheâd made with her uncle, and her father, and even Satan.
But Ed was just making too much sense. What was the use of being fearless if she was going to live what basically amounted to a fearful life? Peering around every corner, tiptoeing on Lokiâs stupid tightrope all day and all night? Denying herself everything and giving him complete control?
No, it wasnât even that. Thatâs not why she was wrapped in Edâs arms. It was nothing that philosophical or profound. It was so much simpler.
It was just wanting him so much. Thatâs all it was. Wanting him so much that it crossed over into that very pesky category of âneed.â So much that standing next to him in the dark had been screwing up her breathing. So much that the simple act of being tugged into a cold, wet closet felt like some kind of irresistible foreplay.
Sheâd given it every bit of resistance she had left. Sheâd lied through her teeth again and again. Sheâd glued her hands to that door. Sheâd barked endless orders to her body to stay cold and stiffâto ignore her racing heart. To stop pumping all that blood through her chest and up to her face. To avoid the electrical sparks she felt just from having his hands on either side of her, pressed against that