breath brushed against his cheek.
Rein’s heart picked up speed. “It’s never too late to enjoy the small things in life,” he said, breathless.
Unexpectedly, Ellyssa wrapped her arms around him, encircling his neck, her fingers buried in his hair. At her touch, chills ran down his spine.
Rein’s lips, wanting, anticipating, quivered. He dipped down and found her mouth. At first, she didn’t respond, her muscles tense, and he feared he’d overstepped his bounds. Then, she relaxed. Her lips parted and formed around his, soft and inviting.
Heat radiated from her. Fire ignited, sending currents of pleasure through his veins. He moved his hand to the back of her neck and held her tighter, cherishing every contact their skin made.
New pulses tingled and traveled.
Rein’s tongue teased the edges of Ellyssa’s lips, coaxing her. She relented, exploring his mouth, tasting him, her deepest desire exposed. Never in her life had she experienced an explosion of such intensity.
Heart fluttering, like the wings of the butterflies in the meadow, Ellyssa’s midsection quaked. She didn’t know what to make of these physical reactions. Was this love? Desire? Infatuation? She had no idea.
When they parted, Ellyssa was breathless, her chest heaving. Rein tipped his head back as he watched her, his green eyes shimmering pools.
Was he sad? Regretful? Happy?
Before Ellyssa had a chance to analyze his expression any further, Rein pulled her in and hugged her, his lips grazing the top of her head as she buried her face against his chest. She felt bared, something she’d never allowed before. It showed weakness. Ellyssa no longer cared. She craved his touch, his embrace, his kiss. Her mind wouldn’t stop working, though.
What was he feeling? Thinking?
Her insecurities amazed her.
She could easily peek, answer her questions, but resisted.
Rein pulled back, cupping her chin in his hand, then he bent over to brush his lips against hers again. Her blood turned to lava and traveled from her lips to her chest. Her knees weakened.
He wouldn’t have kissed her again if he hadn’t felt something, would he? Once again, she stopped herself from reading his mind.
“Ellyssa,” he said, his eyes meeting hers, “I’ve wanted to do that for so long. I just didn’t know how.” He paused while he nuzzled her ear, inhaling deeply. “Did you mind? Was it wrong?”
Unable to speak, her thoughts put partially at ease, Ellyssa shook her head.
He sighed. “I have something to tell you. Something I knew from the first day, though I didn’t recognize it. I was blinded by our differences.”
Terrified of what he was going to say, Ellyssa chewed on her lip. After a moment of hesitation, she whispered, “What?”
“I love you.”
Panicking, Ellyssa stepped back. Rein’s hand slipped down her arm and swung to his side. Just a moment ago, she’d wanted to know if he felt like she did. The problem was, she had no idea what her feelings meant. Most of her life, the hatred and anger she was allowed to feel had fueled her as a soldier. The limited feelings—a tiny bit of pleasure, and maybe fear—she’d masked. For the first time ever, she felt like fleeing.
Rein must’ve seen the fear in her eyes, because his face fell. “I understand if you don’t feel the same way.”
Ellyssa’s breath stuck in her throat like a rock that wouldn’t dislodge. She closed her eyes and worked on calming herself. It was harder than it should’ve been. When she could breathe again, her eyes opened on a face filled with sadness, maybe agony, all because of her.
“It is not that. I do not understand what these feelings are,” she tried to explain. “I am not sure I know how to love.”
“That’s not true.” Rein gathered her hands in his and kissed her fingers. “Why did you leave The Center? Why did you come here? Look at all you have experienced—how much you’ve grown. Sorrow, compassion, friendship, betrayal, loneliness, loss, acceptance, and happiness.” He paused and cupped her cheek. “I’ve seen you truly happy. Smiling. Laughing.”
Wanting so much to see things his way, she inhaled. Confusion churned in her body as she tried to sort out the sensations.
Rein held her hand against his chest. His heart beat rapidly beneath her fingers. “Does your heart feel like this?” he asked.
There was no denying it. She nodded.
His finger traced down to her midsection. Her muscles jerked at his feathery touch.
“And does your stomach quiver when I touch you?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Blaze?” He moved closer and nuzzled her ear. “Do you feel it now?”
Ellyssa paused for a moment, enjoying the reactions he stirred in her. She’d felt them before, when she’d peeked into other people’s thoughts. Their wants and desires. She’d always pulled out, afraid of discovering what she had been missing. She had lied to herself for years. She’d been lied to. There was nothing better than the way she felt now.
At that moment, she knew.
“I love you, too,” Ellyssa breathed.
Rein nibbled her earlobe and ran his nose along her jaw, reaching her mouth, while her fingers outlined the muscles of his back. He kissed her, hard. Fire licked through her veins, consuming her. She pressed into him.
The sound of laughter and rustling foliage doused her flame. Summer and her parents appeared. Their hair and clothes were damp, shoes muddy, but their faces held grins. Shortly afterward, a cherubic-faced toddler ran into view, her mother close behind. Grasped in her chubby hand, the child held a variety of wildflowers.
Ellyssa’s cheeks warming, she pulled away.
“It’s time for us to go, anyway,” Rein muttered in her ear. His breath caressed her skin. “We have council business to attend to.”
Their fingers interlaced, Ellyssa led the way to Summer. The teen showed Ellyssa all the wild carrots she’d found. “I checked every one of them,” she exclaimed, her voice excited.
Ellyssa looked them over. “Very good.” Summer beamed. “Tomorrow, if we have time, I will show anyone interested how to prepare these different plants for consumption.”
“I’d like to go,” Summer said. “Can we, Dad?”
A tall, lanky male, with light green eyes, smiled down at his daughter. “If everything’s done, sure.”
Ellyssa walked to the mouth of the cave with her students behind. She checked the plants as they filed in, while Rein stayed at her side. He seemed unable to keep his hands off her, touching her hand, brushing his fingers along her cheek, pushing strands of stray hair behind her ear. She relished every bit of contact.
The sun dipped behind the trees, and yellows and reds burst through the waning clouds. Ellyssa reveled in happiness and drowned in fear, both emotions in a constant struggle for dominance. How could she leave now? How much pain would that inflict?
As Ellyssa worried about the future, Rein leaned over and kissed her. “It’ll be okay. Everything will work out,” he said, as if reading her thoughts.
Was this a special power people shared when they had connected in a loving relationship? The ability to read each other without invading?
Ellyssa let Rein lead her into the old mine.
31
Woody entered the hospital, carrying a box of supplies. His usually smooth hair hung limp in his face, and dirt smeared his cheeks and nose. He set the box down and dropped on his haunches, eye level with Ellyssa.
