Deception – Chapter 1 – Excerpt
Lying on my side, I watch Nate sleeping. At times I still have trouble believing he’s really here. I gently run my hand down the side of his face, onto his chest, and then snuggle into him. He’s been my rock, my centre, and my calm, over the last couple of weeks. I feel so lucky, and closing my eyes, smile.
His arm moves and pulls me closer. “Good morning.” He brushes a few stray strands of hair off my face, sending shivers down my spine, before lifting my head to kiss me.
Changing his position, so we’re face to face, he kisses me again, running his hand through my hair, and down my back. Another shiver slips through me, and my skin erupts with goose bumps at his touch.
Whether that was an invitation or not has become irrelevant as I wrap myself around him. If there’s one thing I can’t get enough of, it’s him, and as his body surrenders to the inevitable, I know from his touch he feels exactly the same.
At first I wondered if I was just chasing the high of that first time. Being able to feel someone else’s emotions when you’re in the middle of… let’s call it an intimate moment, can be intoxicating. Whether something’s good or bad for you, if you have a mind blowing experience, you want another.
Before I knew anyone like me, or even knew why my touch enabled my emotions to flow into another person, any hook-up I had was always a one way connection. I gave someone else an experience they’d never forget, but it was just a release for me, a way to take the edge off, and calm my emotions for a while. I’d never known what it was like to have someone else’s emotions intensify my own. Not until that first time.
It took a little while for me to realise what Nate was sharing with me was real. He couldn’t hide his true emotions from me, any more than I could hide mine from him. All walls are down, and all emotions flow.
When we lay back, still wrapped in each other’s arms, he’s grinning.
“What’s so amusing? And it’d better have nothing to do with what we just did, or your next breath might just be your last.” I poke him in the ribs.
“Ouch, of course it doesn’t,” he laughs, “but you have to admit that wouldn’t be a bad last memory.”
Smiling I poke him a little harder. “Well, it might yours if you don’t spit it out.”
“Today’s the day, or should I say E day.” I drop my head as he laughs at his joke. “You’ve been avoiding Eric, but you agreed last night it was time you dealt with him. Besides, we don’t know how much longer he’ll hang around here.”
Rolling onto my back I groan. “I know.”
It’s true, I have to deal with him. The whole disappearing thing when I was little, and leaving me to discover my abilities on my own, the hard way, left me with questions, a lot of questions.
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