*Amy's POV written by me*

Chapter Seventeen

Amy's POV

Entry 7,

We got to NOLA early in the day, we definitely weren't far away.

The gang got a cheap motel that was honestly the ugliest place we had stayed in so far.

Paloma and Mariah made me get into the van. They said we had to get breakfast but when they parked we were in front of a very interesting looking hotel.

I read the plaque and knew.

"You guys…" I'd said, blushing.

"Come on, if you wanna win her you gotta treat 'er."

It was the sweetest fucking thing. Paloma is 100% straight and Mariah dated Reagan for a little bit before they decided they were too much alike in temperament and split up so now she was single and loving it.

I will admit, thinking about Mariah and Reagan really drove me insane whenever I got an off-chance to STOP thinking about Karma and think of ANYTHING else.

But yeah, the girls sprung for my room at this fancy French Quarter hotel. The dropped me off and told me to stay and wait for her. They even gave me $20 so I could eat in the diner across the street and get ready, not that I even needed money there were just rolling in it all of a sudden and loving every minute of it. The cheap hotels we stayed in were mostly for fun and the experience.

In truth there was no way to prepare myself for whatever was going to happen. I had no way of knowing what Karma wanted to say or do or be. I was back to a week ago. Again, I was ready to be her happy little puppy.

I waited and paced. The lobby was insane and I read up online about how the place was haunted.

By the time Karma showed up I was completely immersed in history but she pulled me right out of it.

She walked into the lobby all slow. She was dressed up all fancy like she'd been up all night and then hopped right onto a plane. I knew that no obstacle could stop her from getting to me.

I saw her see me and stop. All I could feel was her, it didn't matter how surrounded I was by history and foreign things. I felt her pulling me in with her eyes. I felt her close, even from all the way across the room. No matter where we were or how much distance there was between us we always somehow felt intimate.

All of a sudden, I didn't feel so much like her puppy, I felt something else because the way she looked at me spoke volumes and enchanted me all over again.

"You came," I remembered saying as I walked towards her and invited her in for a hug.

"Of course I came," she said as she pulled me into the most intense hug I had ever felt from her ever. It was like she didn't want to let go, not ever. It was a hug that I would give her if she was ever in an accident or I was ever worried that she might be dying.

It was intense.

Not sure how it happened but at one point she had gotten me to sit down in the crazy chairs in the lobby.

We talked but only briefly. I tried to make some jokes about how funny it was that we were both in NOLA but Karma wasn't interested in anything that was not 100% real and about us so she brushed off my jokes and asked me about the room and how I got there.

I was only halfway into telling her about the room and handing her the key when she grabbed my hand and led me to stand. She was impatient and I didn't know why. I didn't even know why she needed to be close. Lately, I never knew what she was thinking.

The room was nice, too nice. The motels and hotels we had been staying in as a crew were all big freaking messes. It was just like in all those books and movies where the bands that tour end up seeming nearly homeless and staying most of their nights in their van. The girls were definitely romanticizing that type of life and reaching for it.

This place was special though, it was obviously better. We walked down the hall and moved past several unfamiliar people who were laughing and dressed for trouble, it was hard not to stare.

Karma pulled me into our room and I felt my heart stir as the butterflies in my stomach flurried and I looked at her maybe for the first time since she'd been honest with me and said all that she'd said.

"Why'd you come here Karma?" I didn't mean it to sound harsh but all of a sudden we were there.

I sat down to try and make distance but she came close to me. Distance wasn't something she desired.

"I had to see you," she said, walking close to me and bridging the gap. She sat down next to me and waited.

I felt as she took one of my hinds in hers and then the other.

With a certainty I wasn't prepared for the way in which she looked up at me and searched my eyes for emotions and consent and things I could never be aware of.

"Can I kiss you?" She asked. "I need to kiss you."

"Yeah," I said, trying to show certainty while I knew that I was failing. I answered her and instantly softened.

I definitely wasn't expecting her to ask that question.

She paused a second and breathed in shakily. She had seemed desperate when she asked. She seemed like if I had said no she may have just decided to end her life. It was so dramatic somehow even though neither of us decided to move.

I didn't want her to kiss me if it was just to prove that she had no feelings. I could do without a kiss like that. I could do without disappointing her even more.

But what she did was different.

"I missed you," she said, as she took a hand to my cheek and looked into me actually seeing inside. With her hand on my cheek and her eyes on mine and the thought of a kiss coming close, I froze, the hair on the back of my neck standing up as goosebumps covered me.

I felt stuck and then her lips were on mine.

She was kissing me and I was shocked. It was just like in the pool only this time Karma was obviously sober.

I felt the taste as she traveled from my tongue and down into my mouth. It seemed she swam threw me like liquid. I felt her travel through my veils and stretch into every part of me. The feeling of her, it was pervasive, it was thorough. I drank her in, needing more.

Mostly, I felt myself weak at the source. She was kissing me and I was falling into her, trapped by her loveliness and her delicate care. I felt my body losing strength and control. I felt her sweetly poisoning me and making me to be achy and strange.

She leaned into me when she kissed and I placed a hand on her chest feeling the space over her heart that was pounding fast and obviously effected.

I felt myself hum then, right into her mouth. I was giving in to her and feeling needed. I felt her hands grope at me and pull me close. I felt a need in her that matched that need during the threesome and that need way back in the pool when she was only halfway drunk.

She was needing me. She was wanting me. These weren't things she seemed to be confused about but still I was scared.