piece of metal adorning his long finger. “What kind of ring is this?” I studied the black stone.
“It’s runic.” He slid it down his finger, holding it in the palm of his hand. “The x stands for love, the m is trust, the p is joy and the k stands for passion. I leaned in getting a better look at it.
“The circle is the symbol of the wheel of life, of endings and beginnings. Of life and spirit, it’s a connection with the infinite which brings all things together and holds them fast.”
I blinked, staring at him confused. None of that ma de any sense to me. I had rings. I never put that much though t into mine. His jewelry seemed to have a rich history. Next I wondered if he was going to tell me it decoded things too, or maybe it transported him to magical words. Better yet , maybe one day they would make a movie about it.
“You don’t understand.” He sighed. I took the ring from him, slipping it over my middle finger. It was way too big.
“No, I can’t say that I do.” I handed the ring back. He took my wrist, trailing a finger across the black heart again. The heart he pointed out was a part of black magic.
“Your tattoo and my ring have a lot in common.” I immediately retracted my arm from his grip, but he wasn’t willing to let me run away again. He didn’t let go of my arm like I expected him too .
“I am not going to let you run away this time.”
“ You’re scaring me,” I told him, looking back at my house.
He released me. “I’m not trying to scare you. I’m just trying to tell you that I understand you. And I know where you’re coming from.”
“No , you don’t. You think your ring is like my tattoo. There is nothing dark and sinister about you,” I shook my head , uneasy .
“Your right, I’m not dark and sinister, but your boyfriend is and so are your friends.” I stared at him in awe. What was he trying to say?
I was sure he was referring to a select few. I didn’t say anything.
“That blonde, the one that upset you, she’s using you.”
I eyed Hutch skeptically . “I don’t get it.”
“I know what is going on with you and your friends. I knew the moment I laid eyes on that tattoo. And when I caught you on the beach catching things on fire it all made perfect sense.” Hutch watched me , carefully choosing his words.
I felt like he had punched me in the gut. I felt ashamed he knew what it was I had become.
“What are you saying?”
He sanded his hands together, and placed one against my cheek. My hair fell against his hand . I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling .
I opened my eyes. Hutch moved closer, his mouth only inches from mine. I studied his lips, not afraid anymore. I didn’t feel anything, but the urge to press my lips to his. What was happening to me? It was as if I was trapped in a connection that I could not break.
I inched closer, the heat from his breathing caressing my face, his scent at my nose. I closed my eyes feeling okay at that moment if he tried to kiss me. His eyes were dark as he stared into mine, finally he dropped his hand, and reality slipped back into the moment between us. A soft ringing in my ears was the after effect. I felt slightly light headed as I twisted away from him.
Hutch raked a hand through his hair. He leaned forward, “I understand what you are because I’m no different than you or your boyfriend.”
I slapped him in the arm. “Stop joking with me. And just tell me what is going on.” I shook the cloudy fog from my mind. “This game is getting old, Hutch.”
Hutch took me by the shoulders and forced me to face him. “Put your hands out.”
He offered his palms. I placed mine over his, my hands trembling at the sudden realization. I was afraid to understand what he was trying to tell me. Our palms connected, and his eyes locked with mine. “Tell me why you don’t want to talk about your mother.”
I scoffed, but I couldn’t look away. “Because she broke my dad’s heart and left him for the
“It’s runic.” He slid it down his finger, holding it in the palm of his hand. “The x stands for love, the m is trust, the p is joy and the k stands for passion. I leaned in getting a better look at it.
“The circle is the symbol of the wheel of life, of endings and beginnings. Of life and spirit, it’s a connection with the infinite which brings all things together and holds them fast.”
I blinked, staring at him confused. None of that ma de any sense to me. I had rings. I never put that much though t into mine. His jewelry seemed to have a rich history. Next I wondered if he was going to tell me it decoded things too, or maybe it transported him to magical words. Better yet , maybe one day they would make a movie about it.
“You don’t understand.” He sighed. I took the ring from him, slipping it over my middle finger. It was way too big.
“No, I can’t say that I do.” I handed the ring back. He took my wrist, trailing a finger across the black heart again. The heart he pointed out was a part of black magic.
“Your tattoo and my ring have a lot in common.” I immediately retracted my arm from his grip, but he wasn’t willing to let me run away again. He didn’t let go of my arm like I expected him too .
“I am not going to let you run away this time.”
“ You’re scaring me,” I told him, looking back at my house.
He released me. “I’m not trying to scare you. I’m just trying to tell you that I understand you. And I know where you’re coming from.”
“No , you don’t. You think your ring is like my tattoo. There is nothing dark and sinister about you,” I shook my head , uneasy .
“Your right, I’m not dark and sinister, but your boyfriend is and so are your friends.” I stared at him in awe. What was he trying to say?
I was sure he was referring to a select few. I didn’t say anything.
“That blonde, the one that upset you, she’s using you.”
I eyed Hutch skeptically . “I don’t get it.”
“I know what is going on with you and your friends. I knew the moment I laid eyes on that tattoo. And when I caught you on the beach catching things on fire it all made perfect sense.” Hutch watched me , carefully choosing his words.
I felt like he had punched me in the gut. I felt ashamed he knew what it was I had become.
“What are you saying?”
He sanded his hands together, and placed one against my cheek. My hair fell against his hand . I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling .
I opened my eyes. Hutch moved closer, his mouth only inches from mine. I studied his lips, not afraid anymore. I didn’t feel anything, but the urge to press my lips to his. What was happening to me? It was as if I was trapped in a connection that I could not break.
I inched closer, the heat from his breathing caressing my face, his scent at my nose. I closed my eyes feeling okay at that moment if he tried to kiss me. His eyes were dark as he stared into mine, finally he dropped his hand, and reality slipped back into the moment between us. A soft ringing in my ears was the after effect. I felt slightly light headed as I twisted away from him.
Hutch raked a hand through his hair. He leaned forward, “I understand what you are because I’m no different than you or your boyfriend.”
I slapped him in the arm. “Stop joking with me. And just tell me what is going on.” I shook the cloudy fog from my mind. “This game is getting old, Hutch.”
Hutch took me by the shoulders and forced me to face him. “Put your hands out.”
He offered his palms. I placed mine over his, my hands trembling at the sudden realization. I was afraid to understand what he was trying to tell me. Our palms connected, and his eyes locked with mine. “Tell me why you don’t want to talk about your mother.”
I scoffed, but I couldn’t look away. “Because she broke my dad’s heart and left him for the
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