My Soul to Keep (The Soul Keeper Series - Young Adult Paranormal Romance) by Melissa Solis Page A
Authors: Melissa Solis
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and see if I can get rid of this headache. Please
make yourself at home." He smiles up at me, already tuned to a football
game.
I come back down
feeling better but still tired. True to my word I am in flannel pajamas and
fuzzy socks. Sam smiles up at me.
"Well don't you look all cozy?"
"Come on, kick
off your boots and let’s go up to the media room." I go into the kitchen
and load up a tray full of junk food. "There that should last us until
dinner."
"Very
good choice ma’am. Please, allow me." Sam takes the tray and carries it up the stairs to the media
room. The room sits behind two navy blue velvet drapery panels. It's dark and
has a large overstuffed sectional sofa. I love this room. Sam sits on the end
of the sofa and invites me to cuddle in next to him.
I spend the whole
day wrapped up with him on that plush sofa. I fall asleep on his chest to some
superhero movie. I wake up to the sound of his stomach rumbling in my ear.
"Sorry, I am
such a horrible date. Are you ready to order the pizza now?" I say as I
pry myself off of his firm chest. He looks adorable smiling back up at me.
"Are you
kidding me? Having you in my arms for the past six hours has been the best date
I have ever been on."
"And now you
know how lazy I am when I declare pajama day."
"Pajama day
should be a nationally celebrated holiday. When you are president you need to
make that happen."
"I plan on
it." Sam chuckles and dials the number for the local pizzeria.
"What do you
like on your pie?"
"I like the
fresh mozzarella basil one they have," I reply as I go to freshen up in
the bathroom.
I stare at my
reflection in the mirror. Oh my goodness, I really like Sam. He is easy to be
with. This whole day has felt like I have been hanging out with my best friend.
He feels right. I brush my teeth and hair and hop over the back of the sofa for
one last movie. I scroll through the Netflix screen and decide on the true
test. Will he cry during The Notebook ?
My doorbell rings and I leave Sam upstairs to answer it. It’s no
surprise Elijah is on my porch. He must have seen Sam’s truck parked outside
all day. I open the door only enough to stick my head out.
“Hi Elijah, thanks for bringing me home last night.”
“You are quite welcome Brennen, how are you feeling.” I hear Sam pad
down the stairs. Elijah zeroes in on him.
“I feel better, Sam is nursing me back to health. So thanks for
checking on me.” I go to shut the door and Elijah bravely puts his hand between
the door and jam to stop me. My mouth hangs open.
“Brennen, I ordered more than enough pizza if you want to invite Elijah
for dinner.” I smile curtly to Sam and turn back just in time to see Elijah’s
smug grin disappear off of his face. I open the door and allow him though.
***
After dinner and the last movie Elijah decided to stick around for, we
all go downstairs. I wonder if he has ever heard of the term third wheel.
However he didn’t show any objections to Sam and I snuggled up together
throughout the movie.
“This has been the best first date ever,” Sam whispers into my ear.
“Mm, agreed,” I say as he gives my neck a soft kiss.
“Did you like sailing with me the other day Brennen? I thought you’d
like to do it again one day soon,” Elijah spurts out. Okay he is going too far
with the jealousy. Had he been eaves
dropping, how could he have heard us?
“Actually Elijah, I found it to be quite cold on board.”
Sam and
I both look at him with peaked brows. The look of resentment is thick in his
eyes. I stand up, breaking Sam’s hold on my hand, which is just a little too
tight all of a sudden. I guess he read into Elijah’s expression too.
“Who's
ready for strawberry cheesecake?” I
throw out, hoping to curb the tension in the air.
“Why
Brennen, did you bake?” Elijah jests with what has now become our own little
inside joke.
“Oh yes
Elijah, I baked,” I say dripping with contempt.
I slice up the cake and serve it
make yourself at home." He smiles up at me, already tuned to a football
game.
I come back down
feeling better but still tired. True to my word I am in flannel pajamas and
fuzzy socks. Sam smiles up at me.
"Well don't you look all cozy?"
"Come on, kick
off your boots and let’s go up to the media room." I go into the kitchen
and load up a tray full of junk food. "There that should last us until
dinner."
"Very
good choice ma’am. Please, allow me." Sam takes the tray and carries it up the stairs to the media
room. The room sits behind two navy blue velvet drapery panels. It's dark and
has a large overstuffed sectional sofa. I love this room. Sam sits on the end
of the sofa and invites me to cuddle in next to him.
I spend the whole
day wrapped up with him on that plush sofa. I fall asleep on his chest to some
superhero movie. I wake up to the sound of his stomach rumbling in my ear.
"Sorry, I am
such a horrible date. Are you ready to order the pizza now?" I say as I
pry myself off of his firm chest. He looks adorable smiling back up at me.
"Are you
kidding me? Having you in my arms for the past six hours has been the best date
I have ever been on."
"And now you
know how lazy I am when I declare pajama day."
"Pajama day
should be a nationally celebrated holiday. When you are president you need to
make that happen."
"I plan on
it." Sam chuckles and dials the number for the local pizzeria.
"What do you
like on your pie?"
"I like the
fresh mozzarella basil one they have," I reply as I go to freshen up in
the bathroom.
I stare at my
reflection in the mirror. Oh my goodness, I really like Sam. He is easy to be
with. This whole day has felt like I have been hanging out with my best friend.
He feels right. I brush my teeth and hair and hop over the back of the sofa for
one last movie. I scroll through the Netflix screen and decide on the true
test. Will he cry during The Notebook ?
My doorbell rings and I leave Sam upstairs to answer it. It’s no
surprise Elijah is on my porch. He must have seen Sam’s truck parked outside
all day. I open the door only enough to stick my head out.
“Hi Elijah, thanks for bringing me home last night.”
“You are quite welcome Brennen, how are you feeling.” I hear Sam pad
down the stairs. Elijah zeroes in on him.
“I feel better, Sam is nursing me back to health. So thanks for
checking on me.” I go to shut the door and Elijah bravely puts his hand between
the door and jam to stop me. My mouth hangs open.
“Brennen, I ordered more than enough pizza if you want to invite Elijah
for dinner.” I smile curtly to Sam and turn back just in time to see Elijah’s
smug grin disappear off of his face. I open the door and allow him though.
***
After dinner and the last movie Elijah decided to stick around for, we
all go downstairs. I wonder if he has ever heard of the term third wheel.
However he didn’t show any objections to Sam and I snuggled up together
throughout the movie.
“This has been the best first date ever,” Sam whispers into my ear.
“Mm, agreed,” I say as he gives my neck a soft kiss.
“Did you like sailing with me the other day Brennen? I thought you’d
like to do it again one day soon,” Elijah spurts out. Okay he is going too far
with the jealousy. Had he been eaves
dropping, how could he have heard us?
“Actually Elijah, I found it to be quite cold on board.”
Sam and
I both look at him with peaked brows. The look of resentment is thick in his
eyes. I stand up, breaking Sam’s hold on my hand, which is just a little too
tight all of a sudden. I guess he read into Elijah’s expression too.
“Who's
ready for strawberry cheesecake?” I
throw out, hoping to curb the tension in the air.
“Why
Brennen, did you bake?” Elijah jests with what has now become our own little
inside joke.
“Oh yes
Elijah, I baked,” I say dripping with contempt.
I slice up the cake and serve it
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