After dropping Shae off at the main storage facility, Yoongi and Ava walked alone, weaving between tents in tense silence.
Ava felt as if a hundred words were on the tip of her tongue, but every one rested frozen there, just beyond form. Instead, her quiet fury churned and her arms remained tightly folded across her chest as she grudgingly followed after Yoongi's lead, her eyes bearing into the black shaggy hairs on the back of his head.
Boi needs a haircut.
Ava didn't realize until it was happening: Yoongi began leading Ava out of a final row of tents and into the far treeline beyond it. Into the jungle once more, with tropical moisture and trees becoming equally thick around them as they unsteadily hiked and trudged their way through the thick undergrowth.
If this is where he plans to murder me, then this bitch has another thing coming.
Yoongi stopped walking. Ava stopped a few yards behind him. The rustling and chirping of unfamiliar plants and animals rose like an organic, earthy chorus around them as they stood in frustrated silence.
Ava's glare at the back of Yoongi's beautiful head was certainly persistent.
And we're taking this physically and emotionally taxing scenic route beCAUSE...? Honestly, if it ain't the Discovery Channel, I really couldn't care less about smelling some tropical flowers. Knowing this universe's track record, the flowers would probably try to eat me. HELL to the no.
Yoongi stood frozen, like a wild animal with its senses taught, taking in the world around him. He closed his eyes and said his quiet wish to himself: I hope this works.
Finally, she asked, "So is this the part where you decide to apologize? Or is it where I get to properly kick your ass?"
Yoongi kept his back to Ava. His pale hands hung limply at his sides until she spoke. Then they curled into tight fists, and Ava could see the tension in Yoongi's arms through his tight black t-shirt.
She went on, "Well fine then. Be a prick about it. But I'd like to point out that--"
Yoongi pivoted. When he looked at Ava, his coal black eyes were both angry... and sad.
Her words got caught on the tip of her tongue all over again.
"For once in your life... just shut the hell up."
Ava was about to lash out with a choice insult, but Yoongi was quicker.
He rushed forward and his veiny hands clawed around Ava's shoulders as his lips found hers--forceful and fierce, angry and hungry. He pushed and she gave, until her back was pressed up against the smooth bark of a tropical nut tree.
This third kiss was like forgetting the first and second had ever even happened; every ounce of sensation was electric, alive, and savory to the taste and touch.