Fated Dreams (Book One In The Affinity series) by Christina Smith

not
to see you again, so then nothing bad would happen to you.
    “When I saw you
in the hall,” he said, “I felt so relieved. But you looked so beautiful I
couldn’t resist. In class when I was away from you, I could see your dead face
every time I blinked. I had to try. I don’t know why, but I have this feeling
that if we continue to see each other, something bad will happen to you.”
    I was stunned;
he was having the same dream I was. Why was this happening, and what did it
mean? I opened my mouth to tell him that I shared his dream, but something
stopped me. I suddenly felt the need to keep it to myself.
    “Did I scare
you away?” He sounded worried, so I turned to look at him.
    “No, you didn’t
scare me away. But are you saying you don’t want to see me?” And why did just
the thought of that leave me feeling empty?
    He took a few
seconds to consider. “I should say yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying. But I
can’t, I’m drawn to you.” He smiled, and grabbed my arm to pull me down beside
him.
    Relieved by his
words, I stared at the sky, watching birds fly overhead and clouds morph into
sheep, and one that looked oddly like the marshmallow man. I took in a deep
breath, smelling the grass, dirt, and the faint hint of pine from the trees
near the waterfall.
    When I felt him
touch my face, I turned my head to look into his eyes. His fingers moved softly
against my skin, creating a spark that surprised and excited me. He pulled my
face towards him and leaned up until he was just inches above me. “You sure
you’re not scared?” he asked.
    “No, I’m not
scared.” I meant my voice to be strong, convincing, but the words came out in a
whisper. He grinned then leaned in, touching his lips to mine. At first it felt
wonderful, and familiar. Then he opened his mouth to deepen the kiss, and it
became so much more.
    When he finally
drew away from me, I realized that I had never felt anything like that in my
life. When he kissed me, I felt a buzz of awareness that told me I had finally
found the one thing I didn’t know was missing.
    “Wow,” he
whispered. “We’re going to have to do that again.”
    I smiled and
touched his cheek. “How about right now?”
    He gave me a
lazy grin. “That can be arranged.” He pulled me up so I was sitting on his lap
facing him, and tugged me forward for another kiss. I would have been happy to
stay like this forever. He moved away from my lips and gently kissed my cheek,
my jaw, and down my neck. It felt so good.
    He took a deep
breath. “Mmm, you smell like cinnamon.” He was about to start back up to my
lips when my phone beeped. “Leave it,” he whispered, his breath tickling my
neck as he spoke. He returned to his slow journey upwards.
    I groaned.
“What if it’s my mom?” My voice was so low I wasn’t sure he heard me.
    He pulled back slowly.
“We probably should get back to reality anyway.”
    I looked down
at my phone. I was right; it was from my mother. “Where are you!!!” it read.
“She’s worried. I should call her. What time is it?”
    He glanced at
his watch. “Three o’clock. Would you stay with me for a while, we can order
pizza. No one will be home until later. My parents work late, and Logan never comes home before midnight on Friday nights.”
    The idea of
staying with him made me feel warm and tingly inside. “Sure, I’d love to.”
    His smile
brightened his face, making his eyes shine; the sight nearly took my breath
away. I climbed off of his lap and sat down on his jacket that was still spread
out on the ground, and dialed my mom’s cell.
    “Hello, Sarah,
where are you?” she answered on the first ring. She sounded worried.
    “I’m fine, Mom,
something happened at school, but I don’t want to talk about it. I was a little
shaken up, so Lucas brought me to his house to calm me down. I’m going to hang
out here for a while, okay?”
    “Do you mean
when Logan harassed you? I heard about it, and he is in so much