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are what you want them to be."
    "So what about you? Hasn't there been anyone who didn't think badly of your gifts?" he handed me my glass and scooted a little closer.
    "The only one who didn't was Dallas, but he didn’t really care about me. He just wanted sex. We were friends once. I guess people change," I avoided his gaze and willed myself to lock away the sadness.
    "I see. Well I know I'll be a better friend than he was to you. I will never hurt you. I've never met anyone who piqued my interest so quickly," he nudged my shoulder playfully.
    "Well thank you. I guess I'm just so used to staying away from people that I'm not that great at conversation. I guess I'm lucky that you're so easy to talk to," I nudged him back.
    "You make it sound like you are invisible, Lia. People see you, I just think you intimidate them. Have you tried talking to anyone?"
    "No not really. When I've tried in the past most people give me a strange look and take off. Why try, you know?" I shrugged my shoulders and gazed at the swirling liquid in my glass.   
    “Well I will be here for you. Now can I ask you a semi personal question?” he asked in a raspy voice.
    “I suppose,” I shifted to put space between us. The vibrations kicked up again, but it wasn’t like before. It felt opposite; almost good. I looked at him questioningly.
    “Have you had any other boyfriends except for Dallas? I mean, has there been no one else that you’ve been involved with?” I blushed.
    “Um, well that’s an interesting question. I’ve had a few moments of weakness, but not many. I guess that sometimes influencing people’s emotions can be handy,” I looked away from his eyes. My face would have given away my desire.
    “You don’t have to be ashamed of anything. It’s not like I was asking if you committed a crime. I’m sorry if I’ve made you uncomfortable,” he chuckled.
    “I’m not uncomfortable really. Like I said, I’m not very good at talking to people. You sure are touching on every subject at once. You must be committed,” I teased.
    “I’m a very committed type of person. When I set my mind on something I want I usually get it,” he paused, “I’m sorry that sounded incredibly bad,” he laughed nervously.
    “No it’s okay. I get it. You’re determined, it’s a good thing. Stubborn also, but that’s beside the point,” I laughed. I felt a sizzling sensation and kne w that the wine wasn’t helping.
    Christian              
    I tried desperately to hold back from kissing her, but it was difficult. Her emotions were so scrambled I wasn’t sure how she felt, but it was nice being with her. She was so vulnerable and scarred, displaying a darker side that pulled at my curiosity. The questions grew increasingly personal, for both of us, yet I wanted to know more.
    A part of me was screaming to get away. A tiny part of my brain was aware that what I was doing was incredibly dangerous, but mostly I didn’t care. The wine played a role, increasing the haze with every sip.
    “Excuse me, I need to use the restroom,” she smiled wide and bounded down the hall. When she was gone I realized I wasn’t drunk at all. I’d been feeling her haziness. It was an odd sensation.
    I was both confused and excited. She showed little interest on the outside, but her foggy brain couldn’t hide everything. My conscience screamed at me, but I pushed it aside. I wanted to know more. She returned a moment later, blushing. A hum filled the space between us as she sat down. I smiled.
    I found myself inching toward her, feeding on her energy. The anxiety, lust, haziness, confusion, excitement-all of it tasted so good. She was much more than she let on, or maybe she just didn’t know? The power was enough to push grown men to their knees and she was completely oblivious.
    “I don’t think I ever thanked you for stopping Dallas. I was so confused by what happened I didn’t even think about it. Thank you, for saving me,” it sounded