The grass tickles my toes as I shift slightly, sleep releasing its strong hold on me. The sun's warm light washes over my bare skin, my hair as it is sprawled over the grass.
I stagger to my feet, wondering why I am here in the garden.
My gaze shifts towards the fountain, and then everything comes back to me in a flash. I blush as I think of my time with George earlier, with the fountain and statue.
George's hot embrace felt very comforting, for sure, but at the same time, it was terrifying. What if Caleb had seen us? What would he have thought?
I hate to admit it, but I miss him. I want him to laugh and joke with me like he used to. He has really grown on me, so much that I am almost longing for a touch, a brush of his fingers.
However, he is really impatient. It hasn't even been a month yet, and I have shed my old skin, healed people of their sickness, and had guys actually flirting with me.
Even now, my brain is about to go into overload. Why can't he understand?
