The Deadliest Secret (The Deadliest Series) by Lauren Peyton Page B

outline first. He left a slight gap between her lips as if she were opening them for him to come to her, her mouth inviting his to hers to taste her, to claim her. She used to love it when he did that, he would claim her roughly and her moans would force him to continue, the passion between them was undeniable in the past, she had to come around, his strokes on the paper became more and more urgent as his mind continued to work. He added lines, then creases, and soon the drawing came to life, her lips looked as if they were coming off the page, they were full and perfect. The next part of his plan to win Gwen back was the poem he dedicated to her in college, he remembered every line and every dramatic pause and he began writing the poem out, wanting the poem to be as perfect as the picture he soon became obsessed again. His Gwen was rapidly becoming his entire world again.
     
                  When her alarm chirped signaling four-thirty had arrived Gwen was relieved. She was going to be able to go home and relax; the session with Kody this morning had her stomach in knots still. How could she still even want to remember what happened? She had repressed the memories because of how purely evil he was, but why were they now gnawing at her heart like a rabid dog. She grabbed the file from her desk detailing all of Kody’s crimes against humanity and stuffed it in her case. She had to get going or she would be missing her normal ferry off of the island.
     
                  Torrian was on the boat watching the dock for Gwen’s usual almost late-flustered walk. She never disappoints. Soon the clack of her heels signaled she was there, her eyes were down and there was a pucker between her eyebrows, she was deep in thought. He watched her board the boat not even noticing that he was there. Whatever was in her mind was quite disturbing. Torrian felt he needed to find out; he sat down beside her and nudged her gently from her chaotic mood.
                  “Hey” He tried on his most charming smile, he wanted to dazzle her.
                  Gwen’s breath hitched when she observed his face, Torrian had to stop from chuckling; she spoke slowly. “Hey Torrian. Sorry I was distracted, heavy case load and I just got to thinking too much I guess.”
                  “No worries babe.” Torrian snakes his arm around her shoulders in a friendly but still possessive gesture.
                  “Thanks, about drinks… is that what you really want to do?” Gwen’s face flushed lightly.
                  “Of course, if that’s what you want.” Torrian remembered she was a workaholic just like himself, but she never even took the time to date, or hookup to release that tension.
                  “Yes, I mean I hope you don’t expect anything from me.”
                  “I expect a good drink and some talking, that’s it” He emphasized each word.
                  Gwen visibly relaxed a bit more. “Oh okay, making sure. I just didn’t want to sound too forward.”
                  “I could hope you were but damn Gwen you aren’t that type of woman and I like that about you, you’re different than what I do.”
                  “Really Mr. Ford?”
                  “Yes Doc Bjorkman.” He burst out in laughter when she cringed.
                  “I guess we’re going to my place then for a bit. You can’t stay too late, we both have work tomorrow.” She chastised him, his ego deflated a bit, but he remembered slow and steady may cause blue balls, but it wins the race.
                  “I’ll follow you Gwen.” Torrian said right before the horn signifying they were nearing the dock sounded.
                  As normal Torrian walked Gwen to her Lexus, the air between them was different, it was charged with a tension that kept bringing