Once An Eve Novel

dangerous now. What if someone followed me?”
    Caleb scanned the bridge. “They didn’t follow you,” he said softly.
    My hands were trembling. I tried not to look at him as I spoke. Instead I leaned back against the seat, letting it steady me. “The King might suspect something. Clara saw me leave the other night. Yesterday at the marketplace, she said something in front of him.” I looked at him, pleadingly. “I can’t see you again, Caleb. They can’t touch me—I’m his daughter. But you’ll be killed if we’re caught. Your picture is all over the City.”
    Caleb dipped the oar in the water, his muscles straining with the effort. The lights danced on the surface of the canal as we glided toward the bridge. “What if I’m killed tomorrow?” he said, pressing his lips together. “What does it matter then? I’m alive here, today. I’ve been to the construction sites and talked to the people in the Outlands. Slowly, they’re starting to see there’s another way. We’re talking about a rebellion. Moss needs me.” He smiled, that smile that I loved, a dimple appearing in his right cheek. “And I like to think you do, too.”
    “I want you here,” I said. “Of course I do.”
    “Then this is where I want to be.” Caleb turned the oar in the water, steering us. “I can’t sit around doing nothing. I already gave you up once before—I won’t do it again.”
    He was silent for a long while. “Do you know Italy?” he finally asked. I nodded, remembering the country I’d read about in our art history books, where so many masters—Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, Caravaggio—were born.
    “I read once that Venice was the most romantic city in the world. That instead of streets there were waterways. That people played violins and danced in the main square, and boats brought them from place to place. I know I can never take you there, but we have this.”
    I stared at the golden tower above us, at the glassy canal, at the ornate arches beneath the bridge. The night was quiet. I could only hear the palms rustling in the wind, the boat slicing through the still water.
    Caleb stepped down off the stern and came toward me, careful not to throw the boat off balance. “We’re here now, together. Let’s make the most of it.”
    He kept his eyes on me as the boat drifted under the bridge, into darkness. He pressed the oar into the water to slow us. Then he was right there in front of me, his face barely visible as his nose brushed against my cheek, his breath hot on my skin. I leaned my forehead against his. “I’m just scared. I don’t want to lose you again.”
    “You won’t,” he said, taking off my cap. His hand found its way to the base of my neck, his fingers twisting in my hair. I let him hold me, my head resting in his palm. He dragged his fingertips along my spine, massaging my back through my shirt. Then my lips were on his neck, working against the soft muscles until they found their way to his mouth.
    His hand stopped at my waist. He tugged gently at the bottom of the uniform shirt, as if asking me a question. He’d never touched me before, not like that, his fingers right against my skin. It was exactly what the Teachers had warned about in all their lessons, of the men who constantly tested your defenses, bulldozing one, then moving on to the next. They all wanted the same thing—to use you until you were all used up.
    I’d spent so many years preparing for this moment, just so I could steel myself against it. But it didn’t feel like that. Not now—not with Caleb. He was asking for permission, his face mirroring all the nervousness I felt. I want to be closer to you , he seemed to say, as he bit down on his bottom lip. Will you let me?
    I climbed onto the bench beside him, wrapping my arms around his neck, our tangled bodies hidden beneath the bridge. His head fell back as I kissed him, the warmth of his tongue spurring me on. I nodded yes, guiding his fingers to my waist as he untucked my shirt. His cold hands pressed against my stomach, the touch stealing the breath from my body.
    The boat floated on in the cool, dark tunnel. Water lapped at the bottom of the stone bridge. His hands wandered over my back as he pulled me closer to him, pressing his chest to mine. I rested my chin on his shoulder. He was saying something, each word muffled. I couldn’t make it out until his mouth was right next to my ear, his lips tickling my skin. “I don’t care what happens,