wanted to ask him so many questions. What could I do? How did I get these powers? What was my purpose? And how did he fit into this part of my life? So many questions that only he could answer. He. Him. Would I ever learn his name?
Jamie groaned, bringing my attention back to him. He was staring at his blood stained hands, a look of disbelief filling his face. Yes. All those questions had to wait. My friend needed me right now.
I knelt beside Jamie as he sat on the bottom brick step. He was still staring at his bloodied hands when I softly placed my equally bloodied hands in his. Jamie looked up, his eyes filled with confusion. "What happened?"
"I don't really know," I answered softly, tears starting to fill my eyes. I grabbed hold of Jamie's hands in both of mine. I felt as though I was holding on to him so he would keep me grounded, keep me here, right now. I guess I needed him as much as he needed me. Fear gripped at the corners of my heart as I stared into Jamie's confused eyes. My vision blurred as the tears welled in my eyes. I was afraid that Jamie wouldn't believe me. I was afraid that he would fear me and my strange powers. I was afraid that Jamie, my friend, wouldn't want to be that anymore.
Jamie stared back at me, obviously waiting for an explanation.
"I don't know Jamie," I mumbled quietly. "It's a long story, most of which I really don't believe myself." I searched his face desperately.
Jamie gripped my hands in return. He squeezed gently and his eyes softened. "Jacey, you saved me. I don't know what you did or how you did it, but you saved me. Thank you." His voice was thick with emotion.
As Jamie thanked me, I let the tears fall freely. So too did I let fall the fear that was trapping my heart in a vise. Jamie brought my hands to his lips and placed a gentle kiss on my right hand. "Thank you," he whispered. He placed another kiss on my left hand. "Thank you," he whispered again, looking deep into my eyes. He let go of my hands and wiped the tears away. He hesitated momentarily before he placed both of his hands on either side of my face, cradling it. I rested my hands on his forearms. Not to stop him, but rather to hang on to him, to keep the feeling that he was holding me right now. He leaned in closer to my face, he whispered, "Thank you," and placed his lips on my forehead.
I closed my eyes, allowing myself to respond to his lips touching me. The tears stopped and the fear subsided. The kiss to my forehead felt warm and caring. When he pulled away, I felt a pang of disappointment. My heart lurched and my stomach tightened. My eyes opened, staring back into Jamie's smoky blue-grey eyes. As Jamie dropped his hands from my face, I realized the disappointment I felt was because I wanted more. Jamie's lips on my forehead felt so warm, so right, that I realized I wanted to feel that on my lips too. My cheeks began to burn with embarrassment and sheepishly, I looked down at my bloodied hands, clutching them together in my lap.
Jamie responded quickly to my action. He placed his knuckle under my chin, pushing my face to meet his again. "Don't you dare be embarrassed by your talents, Jacey Brindle. You are an extraordinary person." There was a sternness to the set of his jaw showing that he was serious about his statement, but his eyes were still soft with care and adoration.
My throat tightened again with emotion. I closed my eyes to fight back more tears. Jamie noticed my embarrassment but had mistaken what caused it. My pink cheeks were not from the feelings associated with my newfound powers. Relief flooded through my veins that Jamie wouldn't know what really had caused my discomfort. Taking a deep breath, I reopened my eyes. They were met by Jamie's smoky eyes again.
"Ya know, McMann, you really do have beautiful eyes." My lips broke into a lopsided smile.
"Really? I was wondering if this green would bring out their color." Jamie pulled out his t-shirt from his body to signify he was referring to
Jamie groaned, bringing my attention back to him. He was staring at his blood stained hands, a look of disbelief filling his face. Yes. All those questions had to wait. My friend needed me right now.
I knelt beside Jamie as he sat on the bottom brick step. He was still staring at his bloodied hands when I softly placed my equally bloodied hands in his. Jamie looked up, his eyes filled with confusion. "What happened?"
"I don't really know," I answered softly, tears starting to fill my eyes. I grabbed hold of Jamie's hands in both of mine. I felt as though I was holding on to him so he would keep me grounded, keep me here, right now. I guess I needed him as much as he needed me. Fear gripped at the corners of my heart as I stared into Jamie's confused eyes. My vision blurred as the tears welled in my eyes. I was afraid that Jamie wouldn't believe me. I was afraid that he would fear me and my strange powers. I was afraid that Jamie, my friend, wouldn't want to be that anymore.
Jamie stared back at me, obviously waiting for an explanation.
"I don't know Jamie," I mumbled quietly. "It's a long story, most of which I really don't believe myself." I searched his face desperately.
Jamie gripped my hands in return. He squeezed gently and his eyes softened. "Jacey, you saved me. I don't know what you did or how you did it, but you saved me. Thank you." His voice was thick with emotion.
As Jamie thanked me, I let the tears fall freely. So too did I let fall the fear that was trapping my heart in a vise. Jamie brought my hands to his lips and placed a gentle kiss on my right hand. "Thank you," he whispered. He placed another kiss on my left hand. "Thank you," he whispered again, looking deep into my eyes. He let go of my hands and wiped the tears away. He hesitated momentarily before he placed both of his hands on either side of my face, cradling it. I rested my hands on his forearms. Not to stop him, but rather to hang on to him, to keep the feeling that he was holding me right now. He leaned in closer to my face, he whispered, "Thank you," and placed his lips on my forehead.
I closed my eyes, allowing myself to respond to his lips touching me. The tears stopped and the fear subsided. The kiss to my forehead felt warm and caring. When he pulled away, I felt a pang of disappointment. My heart lurched and my stomach tightened. My eyes opened, staring back into Jamie's smoky blue-grey eyes. As Jamie dropped his hands from my face, I realized the disappointment I felt was because I wanted more. Jamie's lips on my forehead felt so warm, so right, that I realized I wanted to feel that on my lips too. My cheeks began to burn with embarrassment and sheepishly, I looked down at my bloodied hands, clutching them together in my lap.
Jamie responded quickly to my action. He placed his knuckle under my chin, pushing my face to meet his again. "Don't you dare be embarrassed by your talents, Jacey Brindle. You are an extraordinary person." There was a sternness to the set of his jaw showing that he was serious about his statement, but his eyes were still soft with care and adoration.
My throat tightened again with emotion. I closed my eyes to fight back more tears. Jamie noticed my embarrassment but had mistaken what caused it. My pink cheeks were not from the feelings associated with my newfound powers. Relief flooded through my veins that Jamie wouldn't know what really had caused my discomfort. Taking a deep breath, I reopened my eyes. They were met by Jamie's smoky eyes again.
"Ya know, McMann, you really do have beautiful eyes." My lips broke into a lopsided smile.
"Really? I was wondering if this green would bring out their color." Jamie pulled out his t-shirt from his body to signify he was referring to
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