“Apparently I can hear her thoughts, or at least some of them it would seem.”
“Interesting. Did this happen while I was there?” I try to think back and maybe it did, but I have no way of knowing for sure. That day was all about her, I don’t remember the finer details.
“It may have, but I can’t be sure. I always assumed she was just talking out loud, but someone pointed out to us today that she didn’t speak a word.”
“I am fairly certain it happened when I was there with you. I asked you what had happened in that moment, but you both looked like I was crazy, so I didn’t think anymore on it. How long has this been going on?”
“If it’s true, then since the day I met her. How do we know if that’s what’s happening? How do we test it out? See why I can hear only certain thoughts and how?”
“Let me get some resources together and I will email you some things. You both just relax until then. No point in worrying about it. It’s not dangerous in any way if it is only between the two of you.”
“Ok. Thanks.”
“You’re welcome. I have to get back into my meeting. I will be in touch.” And he hangs up.
Pocketing my phone, I crawl into bed with an already passed out Harleigh. She is so beautiful, but I can see why she isn’t getting sleep.
Even while she’s sleeping, her face is scrunched up in confusion. I pull her into me, rubbing her hair and soothing her with soft sounds until her breathing evens out and her face relaxes before I dare to close my eyes with her.
10
Harleigh
“Ugh! It’s not working, Bry! I think Colten was just being a lying asshole.”
We’ve been trying different things for hours that his father suggested, and I am ready to quit. If he could truly hear my thoughts, we should have figured it out by now.
“Harleigh, it’s going to take time, and I think you’re too stressed to let your walls down. Every time I’ve heard you, it’s when your defences are down and you’re not so guarded. Why don’t we take a break and do something else? How can I help you relax?” he asks.
It’s such a loaded question I don’t even know how to answer. I have been incredibly stressed lately and the unknown element isn’t helping. I wish so much that I could just go back to being the human girl I grew up thinking I was.
“I don’t know, Brian. I want to get out of here, go home and tell my parents and Addy everything. It’s too much to keep it to myself, and I feel like I can’t handle it anymore.” I sigh and throw myself back against the couch.
It really is getting to be too much for me to handle anymore. I miss my parents, and I feel like I’m lying to them by withholding this side of me. I’ve never kept anything from them before and didn’t think I ever would.
“Then we’ll get a pass to leave the campus and we’ll go. Do you want to go tell them? Dad and I will go with you. With Dad there it will be easier to prove that it’s reality. Not that I want to shock them into it the way we did you, but I think it might be a good idea. What do you think?”
I look at him now. I would love to go home for even a day. I want to hug my parents and tell them everything. I feel like it would take so much pressure off of me, but I’m also worried about how they will respond.
Will they think I’m a freak and disown me? I’m not sure I could handle that if they did.
I can already picture how Adeline would respond. In true Addy fashion, she will think I’m joking, then squeal at realizing it’s the truth, then she will hug me and claim her undying love like she always does whenever we drop something serious on each other. Then we will do our best to go back to normal…I just don’t know what that looks like anymore.
“You think he could get us day passes? I would love that.” Regardless of how terrified I am for the only world I knew to come crashing down, I need to know where I stand with everyone I love. Keeping secrets isn’t who I am.
“Let me call and talk to him, okay?” I nod and he uses his phone to call his dad.
I kind of zone out for a few minutes because eavesdropping is something I prefer not to do because I believe people deserve their privacy.
After a couple minutes, Bry hangs up and sits down on the couch beside me. “Dad is in town. Seems like he flew here as soon as I called him last night.”
“He flew here. Europe is across the world, there’s no way his plane got here that quick. He may be an angel, but he isn’t magic, Bry. If he’s here, he was already here.”
He’s looking at me seriously for a split second before he bursts out laughing. I don’t know what’s so funny, but I’m sure he will tell me when he stops laughing at me.
“You’re right, beautiful, he isn’t magic, but he does have wings. Angels can fly faster than planes. The only time Dad ever gets on a plane is when Mom is with him because she refuses to let him fly with her.” He’s still laughing as he draws me onto his lap. I feel like an idiot for forgetting that David has wings.
Of course he’s fast. I face palm right in front of Bry.
“Oh my God, how did I forget that your Dad has wings?”
He gently grabs my hands and pulls them from my face. “It’s new to you, Harleigh, and I never offered up that information. I wasn’t trying to hide it, but it never came up. Until now, I didn’t think about it. I’m sorry.”
He leans in to kiss me softly, and I push him back onto the couch and straddle his lap. I need stress relief and being in his arms is the best kind.
“How long do we have before he gets here?” I want to know how long I have to prepare myself for the day ahead.
When Bry says we have a couple hours, I lean back into him, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him into a deep kiss.
He doesn’t react for a moment before he grips my ass in his hands, and pulls me closer. I can feel him getting hard under me, making me moan and open my mouth enough for his tongue to enter, running it against mine as I grind against him.
I fucking love the way he makes me feel.
Gripping my ass and squeezing, he groans as I grind back and forth across his hardness making both of us breathe heavy. I can feel myself soaking my core from the friction between us, and I want more.
“Bry, I need more,” I whimper into his mouth as his hands start trailing my body. He brushes his hands against my stiff nipples making me purr from the building need inside me.
His touch lights me on fire in the most incredible ways possible, and the need is making me dizzy.
