he whispered. His eyes looked sad and mysterious.
he swept me up into his arms and carried me to the big French windows. My eyes
were wide with fear, but I thrilled at his touch.
them around his back. It was more than exciting being that close to him and
feeling light as air in his strong grasp.
the window. We weren't so high up, but still it was quite a drop that could
easily break bones.
"Trust me." He arched way back so that
I wouldn't touch the building with my body.
The suctions above his pelvis and his
strong legs maneuvered us down the log house while his back curved away from
the structure, falling and then clinging to the wood intermittently until we
were at the ground. It happened so fast that I wasn't even able to protest.
He lowered me to the sand now that we
were on the shore. I sort of wobbled as I tried to catch my breath. "Whoa," I
breathed. "That was incredible!"
"Now for the fun part," he said, the
moonlight shining on his shadowed body. "I'm taking you for a night swim."
I trembled at the thought, remembering
how last time in his pool I couldn't breathe so deep down. "I'm not allowed in
the ocean," I whispered. "My dad doesn't allow it." My heart ached at the
thought of my family and how worried they must have been.
He placed his cool hand on the side of
my face. "Don't be afraid, Grace. You are my life now. I won't let anything
happen to you."
My body rushed with feelings at his
touch, at his words. "I want to go with you, but I'm afraid because I can't
breathe under water."
His expression was warm and beautiful.
"Now that I can touch you, if we remain connected, you will receive all the
oxygen you need. Just hold my hand. You can touch any part of my body and the
transfer will take place for as long as you desire. Touch will protect you from
the water pressures also. Even upon separation, the effects will last for a
short period of time."
"Really?" My eyes lit up.