Her comment on their marriage hadn't been meant to wound him, if that had been her intention he would have winced. She could wound him deeply if she so desired, but she wasn't looking to be cruel, not on purpose anyhow. She could feel the anger rising in Memphis, it was like a wave of heat that just kept building. His body language had changed drastically after Sway had shoved him away, and she knew the action had wounded him deeply. Those two had always been close, and even with the fact that Sway couldn't remember much, it had to hurt.
The thought crossed her mind to set a hand on Memphis' arm, an action that had always been able to cool his temper in the past. But she had no idea what the reaction would be now. With her luck it would just make him worse. She smirked at Sway comment about the car, a slight chuckle escaping at the thought of Eleanor with even a single bullet hole in her. That car was so temperamental she couldn't even imagine what it would do in response... Likely she'd catch fire!
One slim brow arched as Sway cursed Memphis and expanded on her actions. Well, she remembered somethings at least, that was a good sign. Maybe with some help, she'd be able to remember everything. And what was Amir going to do when he found out she was alive?! The man had been madly in love with the other woman, and as far as she knew had never really recovered from her disappearance. She couldn't for her life remember where the man was supposed to be right now. East coast? West coast? Was he even in the states? She knew he had two places, one on each coast, but she had a feeling he was somewhere else....
Gold gaze watched as the tension got thicker just as it had started to ebb. With that firecracker of Freb's deciding she wanted a piece of Memphis, and not in the nice way. She smirked as Freb lifted her nearly off her feet and pulled her back. If Shania was at all the same woman as before, that was a dangerous move to make, but it was about their only option at this point. She doubted Memphis was going to just stand there and take a blow from the fiery brunette, she had the feeling he'd throw at least one... Not a good thing to start an all out brawl on their first get together in a decade.
As the rage began to pulse from Memphis, she started regretting making him come in. If she'd just let him leave.... Well she wasn't sure that none of this would be happening, but at least the tension levels wouldn't be insufferable, and things wouldn't have escalated this far without him as a target for everyone's rage. But then, if she'd known they would all be here, she would have just slipped in the back door and avoided it.
She snarled as Memphis continued to poke the hornet's nest with his comments, she had the idea he wanted things to get out of hand. There was so much pain behind everyone's rage, each and every one of them had suffered from the actions of that night. Maybe some more than others, but no one had gotten away scott free. She watched silently as Memphis shoved his way out of the group, tossing a comment over his shoulder to Sway. She watched as he reached the back door, his hand reaching for the handle. She turned her gaze away then, knowing she couldn't watch him leave again. She could deal with the loss, but she just couldn't watch him leave.
The first thing that came to her fuzzy brain was shock. One moment she was doing her best to keep from showing the pain she felt, not wanting to be the center of attention in the middle of this mess. Then she was pressed tight against his chest, his arms wrapped around her as he pressed his lips against hers with bruising strength. The second thought that floated through her mind was sheer joy. Her arms slid around his neck of their own accord, she returned the kiss with a desire she hadn't known still existed within her. This was what had been missing in her life, this raw emotion.
She didn't hear a word the others said, she was too lost in the tidal wave of emotion that she'd suppressed over the last decade. She wanted to cry, scream, punch something and fuck this mans brains out... she had no idea where she'd been keeping all this, how she'd managed to survive without it... without him. Her manicured hand slid to his cheek, a single tear slipping from between closed lids as the emotions settled into their rightful places. She felt so alive, like she'd been living with her insides frozen all this time and suddenly they were thawing.
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