The Good Sister: Part One by London Saint James

events. There were some buildings he wanted to show me. He knew I liked architecture. So he was going to show off ‘some of the best’ as he called them.”
    I pulled back from Reid’s hold. He was looking at me. Really looking. I shivered.
    “We were walking. I found a penny. I remember the bright shining color of copper flickering on the ground. I picked it up and showed it to my father. He told me to ‘make a wish.’ I remember his smile, the way his face looked. His eyes were deep green, you know, like Bentley’s.”
    “Like yours,” Reid offered.
    “Then the world came apart,” I said
    “I don’t understand. What do you mean the world came apart?”
    “At the time I didn’t know. I didn’t understand what was happening. Someone pulled me out of the gray, out of the vast nothingness. I’d never been so frightened, so confused, so scared.”
    “I don’t understand. What happened?”
    “I lost my father that day,” I said. “In truth, I lost myself somewhere in that large open space of darkness, of gray.”
    “Trinity—”
    “Everything tumbled down around me,” I continued, as if I didn’t hear Reid. If I stopped talking I’d never free this pain. “The earth quaked. The sky went dark. People started screaming. People fell from the sky.”
    “People fell from the sky?”
    “Bodies. They floated in the breeze. They wanted to fly away, but they couldn’t. We were never meant to float in the sky.”
    Reid’s brow creased. “Trinity, I don’t understand.”
    “The day was September eleventh, two thousand-one.”
Reid sat silent for a ceaseless moment.
    “I’m so sorry, baby bird.” Reid’s hand skimmed my cheek, traced down the line of my neck then stopped. “Can I kiss you?”
    “Why, Reid?”
    “Because.” He paused for a moment. “I want to kiss you right now,” he said.
    I glanced up and met Reid’s gaze. The moon enhanced the silver within his eyes. To me, his eyes danced. He wasn’t messing around. He was serious. A chill swept over my body.
    Reid palmed my shoulder. It fit perfectly. “Let me kiss you, Trinity,” he said.
    I closed my eyes in an attempt to find the strength to do this, to feel something real.
    “All right,” I whispered.
    Reid pulled me into his hold. He brushed his lips lightly over mine. My mouth parted. I opened to him. He molded his mouth to me. He slipped his tongue into my mouth, taking my tongue with his. I tasted him. Sweet, mixed with cinnamon.
    I gave way to Reid. I would allow him to take me where he wanted to lead. He kissed me harder, deeper. His hands moved down my body. Soon, they made their way beneath my gown. Without hesitation, he located my breast. He cupped it in his hand, found my taut nipple, and squeezed it in between his fingers.
    “Ah…” I moaned against his mouth.
    “Am I hurting you?” he asked.
    I shook my head. Welded my eyes shut, and felt the strength of his hand, the warmth of his hand, and an unfamiliar fiery sensation that blasted through me as he rolled my nipple. Reid’s mouth moved from my mouth. He located the column of my jaw and kissed.
    I bound my fingers into Reid’s hair, and threw back my head, allowing him access to my flesh, my neck. Reid’s nose played in the hollow beneath my ear. He bit at my earlobe then flicked his tongue out, tasting me. He mapped my body with his tongue down to my throat where he kissed. He moved lower, and lower, until he came to my breasts.
    “Reid…” I bit my lip, pulling it tight between my teeth. I wanted this.
    “It’s okay,” he assured.
    As he kissed me, his large hands slid over the contour of my neck and kept going until he nudged the material of my nightgown aside, and held both of my breasts. He pushed them together. Kissed the soft mounds of flesh before slipping his tongue down and over, moving his hand to take one pert tip into his mouth. Reid circled his tongue around the bud, flicking the tip, then sucked my nipple.
    I arched into his mouth and