Tyler looked at me.
“What? Really that was it. She wants me to help find her mom.”
Tyler shook his head. “Do you hear the words coming out of your mouth? Savanah this is HUGE! Not everyone has these types of experiences. I didn’t think you had really ever had this type of experience.”
I took another sip, “I guess I really haven’t. I mean I did talk to a girl at the old, deserted campus at home over Thanksgiving, but I guess that was it.”
Tyler took in my expression.
“What?”
His green eyes pierced my soul, “When did this happen? I thought you could only make connections when I was around. Did you lie when you said it was the power of my kissing that made you see things?” His smile was that cocky smile.
“No, Thanksgiving was before my concussion,” I took another drink. “Anyway, I have to do some research and see if I can help her.”
“So, does this mean your gift is back? I mean like do you think this means your gift will stick around?”
I knew what he was asking. He wanted to know if I could help with his grandfather.
“Likely, but Tyler you have to understand. Some spirits are stronger than others. Elizabeth is super intense. That is why I wanted to try and see her tonight. I was hoping with you there, and how strong her energy is, that I could make contact,” I took another drink, allowing him to catch up to my thought process.
“So maybe.” He asked, trying to hide his disappointment.
“It is likely I will be able to connect with your grandpa, it just may not be immediately,” I set the empty cup on my desk. “Did you want to try now?”
Tyler’s brow furrowed. “No way, you passed out. We can try later. We tried a couple days ago, it’s fine.”
“Are you sure? I am down if you are.”
“Savanah, I don’t want you to relapse. You still need to pace yourself,” he rubbed his thumb on my hand, “Besides, there is a thing in Jewett tonight,” he smiled, “But thank you for offering. That is beyond nice.”
“I’m just saying. I’m not sure I can get it done, but I’m dang sure going to try,” I shifted my eyes down. “Especially for my boyfriend.” The words sounded so goofy coming out of my mouth. Seriously, how lame.
His lips found my forehead, “I like the sound of that.”
My cheeks blushed deeper than my hair. Ugh, I hated feeling embarrassed.
Tyler smiled, moving closer and taking my face in his hands. His lips never got old. My entire body began to zoom as his breathing warmed my neck. Fire trailed after his kisses and I just wanted him closer. Somehow even closer than he had ever been.
My fingers worked their way under his shirt and made contact with his smooth muscled back. Oh, how his skin felt to my touch. I swore under my breath.
His lips came back to mine and only paused long enough to pull his shirt off his head.
When did he get the rest of it untucked? My brain swam in a space with fire and fear. Fire for not wanting this to end, to never stop feeling what I felt, and fear for knowing in a small place in my mind that I quickly was headed down a road I’d never gone before.
Would I be able to handle it?
Did I want to go at all?
His lips trailed down my neck again, as his hands began to explore my back. I gasped a breath and he paused mid kiss. “Are you ok?” He asked for permission, gently and sincere.
I nodded my head, grasping for his lips again.
His fingers aptly pulled my shirt up, and I raised my hands, knowing there was no way I would have been able to remove it myself. His eyes raked over my body, and his gaze settled on my face, “Do you know how beautiful you are?”
My expression blushed deeper again, but this time tears brimmed my lashes. Guys didn’t say things like that to me.
“Savanah, are you ok? I’m sorry,” he reached for my shirt, covering me slightly, “I got carried away.”
The lump in my throat wouldn’t drop. It wouldn’t break lose. I shook my head, trying to swallow at the same time. “Fine, your fine.”
His hands wrapped carefully, loosely around me as tears fell out of my stupid eyes. “I-it’s fine really, I just.”
Just what? I had never been told I was pretty? How lame could I be? Good gravy, buck up Savanah, what exactly was my problem anyway?
My anger didn’t help the tears, it only intensified them.
Tyler carefully pulled the blanket from my bed and wrapped it around my exposed skin. His hands were missing the fire that had filled every ounce of my system just moments before.
I wanted that back, and I instantly mourned for the feel of his touch.
Tears, more tears. Damn it all to hell. What a freak I am.
His thumb wiped the tears from my cheeks, and he took my hand, weaving his fingers through mine. He used his other hand to pull his own shirt back over his head, moving his hand for just a second to get his arm through. I picked up my shirt, embarrassed that I sat with just a bra on, totally exposed.
The magic had faded.
My stupid emotions would never stay in place. Why did I have to cry all the time?
‘No one has told me that before,” my words fell out, too close together, messy, and disorientated.
He turned to look at me, his brows pulled together, “Wait, what? No one has told you you’re beautiful?”
I shook my head, straightening my own shirt now.
