Chapter 10
Soul Mates
The two suns brightly shine bringing dawn over the luscious emerald field. It is sprinkled with small lilac flowers dancing in the breeze against the long blades of grass.
Margret takes a deep breath as the fresh air tickles her long locks against her neck. She lowers herself to her knees and places her palms on them, gazing through the field at a gallant, black steed, trotting from the full forest trees and into to the open field. He stops and stares at her nodding his head to the ground, his eyes peering upward toward Margret. His silver horn rises towards the white puffy clouds catching the light at the point and reflecting onto a crystal pond across the field. His enormous wings are feathered as graceful as an eagle but colored as a raven, matching the creatures dark skin on his four legged body.
Margret holds still, worried she will startle him, and he might gallop away before she is able to memorize the magnitude of the beauty. She slowly begins to rise from the lengthy grass limbs but halts when she notices a light grey unipeg following through the dense trees. The creature nudges through the grass with her nose, grasping the fine lavender colored flowers, intertwining them with her tongue and tugging with her teeth, allowing her to free them from their limbs so she can chomp the crunchy morsels. The grey female is speckled with white dots at the rear and her horn shimmers through the rays bringing light to her white angel like wings spawning from her back. Margret holds steady staring in awe as more unipegs continue to appear through the trees. Three and then four with two small unipeg colts frolicking through the blades of grass, one sidetracked by what appears to be a butterfly, but the wings are wider and bigger, a hot pink but brighter, a color Margret has never seen before. Each unipeg, with its own markings and its own color of wings, showcasing their personalities among one another. The raven stallion, appearing to be leader of the herd, Margret felt oddly connected to the creature, as his eyes appeared to shift toward her waywardly. Margret can’t contain the grin draped from ear to ear, her eyes widened with a childlike wonder.
“They are quite magnificent.” A voice from behind Margret graciously speaks.
Margret startled, almost topples over in the grass, her long cream and golden dress caught under her tiny feet that are wrapped in gold ballet slippers. Zulima leans down catching her and Margret quickly turns back to the unipegs, who continue their daily regiment unfazed by her clumsiness.
Zulima smiles at her pulling her to her feet, “It’s okay. You will not startle them. They do not fear us. They have never had any reason to.”
Margret is vacant for a moment of the realization. She then lights up as a child’s face would on Christmas morning. “I can touch one then?”
Zulima sweetly chuckles. “Yes, dear, but please join me first.” She continues to hold Margret’s hand while she leads her to the other side of the white blossoming tree, its bark a subtle hint of apricot, shading a stoned bench, replica to the one Margret had used the night before while on the balcony, its gold specks among the sun light softly shimmer. She anxiously sits next to her mentor awaiting her inquiries.
“How are you feeling, dear? Are you okay?” Zulima first ask.
This is the second time she has been asked since arriving to this planet, yet in the last ten years of her life she couldn’t recall anyone ever asking sincerely. As kind and gentle as Zulima is, and as much as she has Margret’s well being at hand, she has never asked Margret if she has been okay with any of this. Zulima always seems to have expectations of Margret. Margret was to simply ‘light any storm’ and continue moving forward, so that is what she did.
“I’m not really sure. Okay, I guess. Lots of questions.” Margret admits and then adds, “I always have lots of questions for you though.” She smirks.
Zulima nods with a smile but it washes away as her serious voice returns, “Let’s begin with Dark Leake and your escape. Since you have come to this planet have you any revelation of Dark Leake’s intentions?”
Margret shakes her head, “No. Should I?”
Zulima pauses for a moment and Margret stares at her tight lips as they gather her thoughts for words. Zulima begins, “Your strongest ability should be your intuition. I was sure once your body was rejuvenated with its foundations you would be able to see much. As if you opened your eyes for the first time.” She pauses for a moment then concludes with disappointment, “Perhaps it will take longer than I had thought.”
As Zulima ponders on this Margret can’t help to blurt out, “Intuition like Colm’s? Reading people’s mind and memories? Or intuition like I was familiar with, in the beginning, but was told I wasn’t to my full ability?”
Zulima raises an eyebrow at Margret, “Colm is a healer, like me. You have witnessed this.”
Margret contradicts, “I have also witnessed him reading my thoughts and feelings for that matter. So I guess he does both. Did you not know this?”
Zulima is entertained with Margret’s theory and simply smiles. She wraps both of her hands over Margret’s and hold them tightly while gently explaining, “Colm is your soul mate. This is why he is able to see and feel those things. His soul is only intertwined with yours; therefor he is only able to do that with you.” She gently instructs as if she is reading a manual. She then asks, “Are you not able to do the same?”
Margret becomes aggravated with her answer. With a pout a she sputters, “No.”
“My dear, this is not good. If your intuition is not even lightened within your own soul mate. we are much further behind than I anticipated. Have you and Colm consummated the relationship?” She asks as if it were an everyday question.
Margret gasps, “No! Of course not. I just met him. I barely know him.”
“You are soul mates.” Zulima says very matter of fact as if Margret has no reason to have any doubt.
Margret suddenly feels like the rational of the two sitting under the tree. Zulima is wise but her knowledge on relationships appears to be off. “On Earth, there is no such thing as a soul mate.” Margret begins to try to explain to Zulima, “Sure, some believe, ya da da, whatever... But, the truth is, it doesn’t exist.” Margret’s thoughts carry her mouth mindlessly as she continues blabbing, “Every relationship is going to have issues. Everyone has problems. Marriage ends in divorce, usually, and though I like to be married… maybe… one day, we have to be realistic.” Margret continues her ramble trying to make sense of it all to herself, “I barely know Colm. I have no idea if we would work out. Yes, he is amazingly attractive and…” she pauses, noticing Zulima staring at her pathetically, yet patiently, waiting for her to finish. Hesitantly, Margret decides to continue her thought process out loud, “I just think you perhaps don’t understand relationships, uh… on Earth, very well… and uh… well, I don’t know if Colm is going to end up being the one for me. I mean I might like to find this out, perhaps… but …uh…” Margret stammers taking a deep breath, “I just don’t know if we will work out on a forever basis… ‘Soul Mate’ sounds like a forever basis and I’m not comfortable with that word.” Margret trails off but tries to sound confident in her explanation.
“This is bothersome.” Zulima admits matter of fact.
Margret is taken back by her direct words of disappointment, her lip falling against her chin at Zulima's response. “I don’t understand why. Let me try to explain it this way…” Margret begins.
Zulima stands to her feet and her thumb hits her chin as she stares toward the grassy fields pondering.
Margret sees her dismay. “This is nothing to worry about Zulima. Maybe we should focus on something else. Would you like to talk about your trip to D.C.?”
Zulima turns, “My child, if you feel this way toward Colm, you are not near far enough in your spiritual journey as I anticipated.”
“I have only been here for a night…” Margret softly reminds her.
Zulima sits back on the bench. “Colm is your soul mate. Take pride in this knowledge and embrace it.”
Margret tries to find words.
“Stop doubting. Doubting brings much darkness. You need to embrace.” Zulima commands.
“Is this why you had Colm sent to me?” Margret nervously inquires.
“His Forbearer, Rosalba, had a vision. She came to Father and Mother.” Zulima admitted.
Margret gasp, “His mom? Oh geeze,” she drops her head into her hand, “Why do I feel I am in some kind of prearranged marriage proposal right now? This whole thing makes me really uncomfortable, Zulima.”
Zulima grasp Margret shoulders sitting her straight. “You need to forget being uncomfortable. All the past that you have had with those Earth men, you need set aside and look what is starring you in the face. This journey goes beyond the depths of your relationship with Colm. The sooner you accept these fates the more rapid your path can move forward. ”
Margret feels angry at Zulima realizing she knew of Colm’s intentions. One minute Zulima wants to know how she is feeling through this process, and when Margret discloses the emotions, Zulima then tells her she needs to ignore them. It is as if Zulima only asked the question as a Cepaen custom practically. At that moment Margret has never found optimism more annoying. She was also yet thankful at the same time that Zulima was not able to read her thoughts. Margret wanted to walk away from the bench and go back to her room to sulk but she knew Zulima wouldn’t allow her to do so. She would then only get a pep talk like one that would come from a coach before a big game. She decides instead to probe for more knowledge of her situation.
“Colm’s mother asked how I was doing. Did she already know? And can she feel my emotions like Colm can?” the idea flushed Margret’s cheeks.
Zulima clarified, “Rosalba is intuitive, like you. However, she is not your soulmate, so no; she is not able to read you in depth like Colm. She can’t feel what you are feeling or know your thoughts nor see your memories. Your soul intertwined with Colm’s is different.”
Margret is frazzled from the information, “So when you feel it with your soul…” she begins but Zulima hastily, yet melancholy, cuts her off.
“I have never felt it.” Zulima admits with acceptance.
Margret is shocked by the revelation but remembers she has never heard of Zulima talk of a significant other nor seen one. Margret becomes confused, “But doesn’t all of your kind have one? A soul mate? Why haven’t you found your soul mate?”
Zulima’s body becomes awkward as she tries to remain having a strong and reassuring composure. “I’ve not met him or her. Rarely does it happen that one on our planet does not cross paths with their soul mate. It perhaps is not my mission in life to be reconnected with mine. Regardless, if it is not here on Cepae, then we will meet again when we depart from the physical body.”
“You mean not find him or her until you die?” Margret directly asks.
“Precisely. I realize that is a possibility.” Zulima admits strongly but the hurt in her eyes is evident.
Margret looks down, “That is really sad. I’m sorry.”
“Nothing to be sorry about or gloomy. Just appreciate what is in front of you.” Zulima reminds her with encouragement trying to put the focus back on Margret.
Margret doesn’t take the bait. She is too wrapped up in the idea of Zulima spending her life alone and it bothers her. “Can you ask someone who is intuitive to find your answers? Maybe your Father or Rosalba could find him.”
Zulima takes a long sigh, with a slight annoyed smile, realizing her protégé is not going to drop the reigns so easily. “My future in love has not yet to be seen. Perhaps, you could see if we could get you on the correct path.” Zulima provokes her.
Zulima’s red gem stone in her silver pinky finger ring glows. Zulima acknowledges it and looks at Margret, “It is my forebearers. I must answer.”
Zulima slides her finger tips across it, releasing an ultrahaptics screen, and her mother is soon hovering in the open breeze.
“Mother.” Zulima announces.
Her mother gets straight to the point. “Zulima I need you home quickly. We have much to discuss regarding the planet Earth. Please give Margret my regards.”
“Yes mother. Be there with haste.” Zulima assures sliding her finger back over the device causing the image to disappear.
Zulima turns towards Margret. “They must have updates regarding their last meeting. Before I part…” she hesitates and turns her head as her eyes catch view of a figure hovering.
Margret follows suits curious to what had caught her eye. However, it was not a what but rather a who. Colm stands shirtless, leaning against a fellow floral tree, watching the two with a grin, plastered against his chiseled face. “Please carry on.” He insists.
Margret whines to Zulima, “I can’t concentrate with him here.”
Zulima demands, “Well, you must try if you would like to ride that unipeg.”
Margret surprisingly turns to Zulima hopeful. “You mean I could…?”
“It is a common Cepaen trait to talk amongst all creatures of our world. Our spirit intertwines each of theirs. It’s a simple place for you to begin.”
“Simple?” Margret doubts.
“The black one appears to be your favorite. You should have most bond with him. Call him to you.”
Margret puts her fingers to her mouth ready to whistle and Zulima quickly stops her. “With your inner self, my dear. No noise. He will only think you’ve gone mad whistling at him like that.”
Margret jokes, “Thought people don’t go mad in your perfect world.”
Zulima grins, “Just do it now. I haven’t much time.”
Margret closes her eyes and with every ounce of her strength she wells through her mind. She tries to feel the trees in the breeze and smell the lavender flowers dancing amongst the field. With every ounce in her mind she tries to scream “Can you hear me?” As she struggles to aim her inner voice toward the raven unipeg. She then opens her eyes to see the herd of unipegs gracefully, continuing their graze, as if nothing had happen to disturb their meal.
She looks frustrated. “I can’t do it. I don’t know how. This doesn’t make sense to me.”
Zulima shifts her eyes away from Margret, as Margret feels familiar finger tips subtly tickle her arms, sending hungry goosebumps through her body. Her eyes immediately want to fall back, and surrender to the touch, but she remains straight as she hears his voice soft and assuring toward Zulima, “May I try to help her?”
Zulima nods with delight as Margret struggles to blurt out so many witty, yielding comments toward him helping her. Nothing surfaces to her mouth and she has this unsightly feeling he is somehow partially due to holding them back. He whispers in her ear, “Sometimes, it’s best to say nothing at all.” his grin brushes his lips against her ear confirming her thoughts to be true. She wants to shout in protest at his victory but the calmness, that abruptly intrudes her body, leaves her instead, surrendering herself in his arms.
“Don’t think to the unipegs,” Colm softly suggest, “Feel with them.” He pulls her closer against him and subtly breathes her in. “You smell good.” He admits.
“I can’t do this with you doing that.” She reminds him as her cheeks flush.
“Close your eyes. Feel here.” He places his fist in the center of her breast.
“That’s not where my heart is.” She says proudly, teasing.
“No but it is where your soul is.” He takes another victory on his belt.
She opens her eyes and very softly speaks between her teeth, “It’s hard to feel anything but you poking me in the back.”
Margret could feel Colm’s face flush as he unexpectedly and nervously chuckles out loud. He turns to Zulima. “We are working on the concentration of the center soul.”
“Is that what you call that?” Margret whispers with a jab cleverly from underneath her breath.
He squeezes her tighter with a small tease and his face becomes a tad more flushed.
Zulima nods with a warm smile, “I will make my journey home. Bring her to us Colm”
“Will do.” He smiles.
“Bye Zulima!” Margret calls finding a giggle underneath it.
Zulima beams as she heads up the mild hill back toward the palace home.
Colm wraps his arms around Margret tighter, “Now concentrate.”
She tries to turn toward him and he twirls her back around to the unipegs. “Hey” she protests.
“If you look at me I will kiss you. If I kiss you we will not be focused at task on hand.” Colm reminds her. She doesn’t resist his words for she knows they are true.
Colm moves his hands back to the center of her chest. “Close your eyes. Feel it here.”
Margret shuts her eyes trying on her feelings and central energy. If this was where her center is, it had most definitely felt to elevate above her body when she was with Colm. When he kissed her his energy felt to infuse with hers. The more he touched her the further her connection flowed through her. She flings her eyes open with ratification.
“Colm, I have an idea.” She begins to stroll forward from his grasp, slowly dropping his hands to the side and approaching the large winged creature. The raven unipeg twitches his ears and looks up toward her with his large powerful head and dark chocolate eyes. She lowers her hand steadily towards him as she steps closer and he steps back for a moment at her boldness. She stands still and drops her hand to her side. “It’s okay.” She softly encourages.
The unipeg tilts his head for a moment and slowly trots toward her submersing his head to her hand. She gently strokes his supple ears and as he leans into her, she continues rubbing his sleek, jet fur down his neck, feeling the twitching of his strong muscles. “You are the most beautiful amazing creature I have ever seen.” She tells him.
He contemplates her with his lucid eyes, as if understanding, and nuzzles his velvet muzzle against her hand. As she strokes him she begins to feel his unbridled energy flowing through her body. The light feels uplifting as its' energy pulses through her veins. She feels as if she could take off and fly amongst him; then it suddenly dawns on her and she sharply turns to Colm, “He is offering for me to ride him.”
Colm joins Margret’s side with his wide eyed grin and pats the black steed, “Well done Opal and Margret.” He tilts his head toward her slyly waiting for her to bounce one of her sarcastic cliché`s at him but she is in wonderment.
“Opal? Yes, Opal.” Margret warmly inhales the moment ignoring Colm’s attempt to arise her.
Colm observes her beauty for a moment, folding his arms to avoid grabbing for her. He steps closer attempting to intervene her attention away from the winged stallion. “His herd comes every morning to graze. My family has come up with names for all of them.” Colm smiles and then calls, “Nacreous!”
The silver spotted unipeg gracefully gallops to his side and Colm grabs hold oh her main leaping on top of her. The stunning mare rears herself, showing off her angelic wings, before allowing her hooves to find the ground. Margret stares in admiration without words, Opal bowing toward her, allowing her to climb upon him.
Her round pale face finds Colm, searching for approval, and he proudly does so. “Go on! He is waiting!” he laughs thrilled.
Margret excitedly struggles to wrap her legs around Opal, trying to pull her dress to her knees, but manages to do so. She scoots her rear upon his back, holding onto the crest of his mane, as he raises himself upward.
She beams at Colm proudly as he gives a low throated chuckle. “Are you ready for this My Margret?”
She lets the fact that he had just called her, 'My Margret', fall into the sky, and tries to answer without hesitation in her voice. “I think so.”
“I have faith in you My Margret!” he nods as a knight would, and she watches Nacreous fly into the sky with Colm.
“Hope I don’t fall off,” Margret mumbles to herself as she tries to prepare for Opal’s take off. Opal turns back his head toward Margret and her body is overcome with a calming feeling. She faintly hears a whispering voice in the back of her head, ‘We are as one now. Ride me like it is you with the wings.’ As those words continue to dance through her, their bodies suddenly become weightless; with a gust of wind stroking from under Opal’s wings, she is in the sky, watching the trees losing their massive depth. She lets out a sudden burst of laughter as she hugs her body against the unipeg, enthusiastic of her new reality. When she sits up to view the new world, she sees Colm flying in front of her. His hair is caught in the wind between the unipeg’s white wings, and he throws his muscular arms into the air with laughter, appearing natural in his world. Margret’s heart skips a couple beats, staring at his lighthearted charm, and masculine body, upon the equestrian.
Margret’s grin becomes fiercer across her face as he yells over the flapping wings, “Ready to race?” His words are muffled and almost lost in the wind but his body and lips have said it all as Nacreous begins huffing faster past them.
The charged voice in the back of her mind booms, “Remember you are the wings!” and with that her body exhilarates backward and she grasp onto Opal’s thick main tighter, re-positioning herself with her chest tight against his neck. Her tongue grits between her teeth as her and Opal fly by Colm and Nacreous, passing them up. She turns her head and grins proudly, biting her lip, and Colm laughs encouraging Nacreous to move faster. Nacreous circles below Opal doing a 360 and Margret is giddy with laughter as Colm showcases his and Nacreous fleets. Nacreous then gains more speed doing figure eights around Opal and Margret as her head turns, watching their grace and beauty, uniformed within one another.
“Follow me!” Colm calls out delightfully and Opal passively lets Nacreous take the lead.
Margret continues to enjoy the jaunt while viewing an abundant of emerald and periwinkle trees tucked in and out of lavender pasture. Before long she witnesses the view of an elegant, mountainous waterfall. The bright cobalt water cascades down the diamond mountain, shimmering with gold dust, like the stone Margret fashions around her neck. Surrounding it, is vibrant violet trees with apricot bark. Some bright emerald shrubs blend among, with rich bark of amber, leaving the area almost hidden. Nacreous and Opal lower themselves from the sky toward an unnoticeable fielded area, staged before the entrance to the sparkling water. Colm dauntlessly, demount the unipeg and wisp himself to Margret’s side. She can’t help but to humor him with a wide eyed grin as he wraps his hands around her small waist, gently tugging her down from Opal, and into his strapping arms. Her breath breaks for a moment, as he lowers her feet, gallantly asking, “Ready for a swim?”
“Assuming it is safe.” Margret jokes following him toward the clear royal waters.
“Of course.” He says tugging off his sandals as his eyes follow her hands, untying her small, golden flats hugging her feet.
“Is there any danger on this planet?” she wisecracks.
“Would there be need for a healer if there weren’t?” he grins jerking off his loose fitting fawn pants.
She stares at his firm, naked behind in front of her “Touché`.” She grins raising her eyebrows.
He stands staring into the waters for a moment and then turns his head back toward her, his face beaming, and then dives into the depths of the blue. “Well then.” She takes a deep breath mumbling to herself and pulls her dress over her head, letting it fall onto the blades of grass. She hesitates for a moment, when it comes to her pearly undergarments, but decides to quickly shed them before he returns from the depths. She hastily pulls them off and dives into the water. The warmth subtly turns cools as she plunges deeper into the water. She strokes upward with her hands emerging in the sun light. Her wet hair presses against her scalp as she pops open her eyes, witnessing Colm splashing around. He widely plasters his attractive grin, upon his oval face, as he swims toward her.
“Rather refreshing I’d say.” Colm lightly observes as he paddles the water closing in on her.
Her heart races as he nears. “Hi...” She awkwardly smiles as he wades in front of her, feeling the loose water partitioning their naked bodies.
“Hello.” He chuckles staring at her, slightly inching closer, but then angles his approach circling around her.
She turns her body to face him again and his gleaming grin turns serious. “You and I both here, in the water.” He states very matter of fact. “I perhaps would love to wrap my arms around you at this moment; however I would be challenged to simply embrace you.” Colm admits with a very mild and even tone. His breathe immediately falls heavy as she treads the water slightly closer to him.
“Can’t you read my mind?” she seductively teases.
“Sadly, no.” he nervously chuckles.
She finds his hands under the waters and they simultaneously bring their hands to the surface, interlocking their fingers between one another. He stares at her with his sapphire eyes, piercing through her skin, feeling the energy around them become fuller, her body now feeling lighter.
“You are so beautiful.” He stares at her. “I wonder how long you will torture me before I am to lavish you.” He manages to beg through his heavy voice.
“You can lavish me now.” She seductively suggests and before she can take another breath Colm’s lips are pressing heavy against hers. She wraps her legs around his tight abs as he places his arm around her rear carrying her from the water.
He brings her to land, her arms tightly around his neck and his around her bare behind, their tongues coiling heavy around one another. He pauses and looks at her, bearing his eyes into her soul, and then before she can react he leans in again, nibbling on her lips. Colm lowers her to the ground slowly as her hand slides down his trail finding his genital. Her palm wraps around his hardness grasping her fingers tightly against it and firmly she strokes. He holds a moment as it catches him off guard and then as the sensation fills his body, his eyes fall shut and a deep moan falls from his throat.
‘This is what it feels like’ Margret catches the words through the back of her mind and realizing they are Colm’s thoughts she flings her eyes open. He grins from under his teeth and subtly moans out loud, “Ignore my thoughtless commotion.” And then an echo in the back her mind follows up with, “Glad to have you here.”
She faintly grins stroking him quicker, pressing her thumb against the shaft of his penis rotating it in a circular motion. His body begins to tense on top of her as his moans become heavier, she goes to cup his balls with her other hand, but he flings both of her arms above her head and holds them tightly. His eyes conveying hers, she softly grasps the whispering in the back of her head, “I need you now.” Colm then falls into her lips again, trailing his toward her neck, slowly further down to her breast. Her eyes shut as her body is ample with sensation, his tongue rolling around her harden nipple, she slips a delicate, whispery moan. He cups the other breast with his hand, pinching the nipple tightly between his fingers as his teeth nibble on the other. Margret’s head flies into the air as the pleasurable sensation aches her body. He then slides his tongue to her belly button gently kissing her stomach as his soft lips move closer downward, still cupping her breast and fondling her nipple with his fingers, his tongue finds her clitoris.
Margret’s neck pummels toward the sky and she releases a cry as his tongue circles around her clit and then flatly pressing against it. Her cry becomes louder and she soon finds her hands clawing at his head as he suckles on her throbbing part. Margret loses her cry with a piercing scream of pleasure as he penetrates his middle finger deep inside of her, pressing against her g-spot, her legs curl around his shoulders, bracing her body, before she flings into the air. Her nails dig in his shoulders as his finger vastly slides in out, driving against her g-spot, his tongue continuing against her clitoris. Her body tenses, her rear elevates from the land, his face trapped between her thighs, he brings her to peek, wetness exploding against his finger; her screams echo against the diamond mountains, her thighs convulsing against his head and her nails digging deeper in his flesh.
He removes his face from her tired thighs and her body falls limp for a moment. She opens her eyes anticipating his next move, him grasping his thick erect penis in his palm, his eyes deep in hers as he thrust his hard genital inside her moist genitalia. His hand cups her rear as thrust into her. He moans as he feels her moistness enclose around him and tenderly kisses her neck before giving another thrust inside of her. Her hands find refuge on his tight rear end as he finds a rhythmic motion against her pelvis. Her eyes wide open, watching this man finding pleasure against her, sliding his hardness repeatedly between her wetness, she tightness her thighs against him feeling the head of his penis thrusting against her g-spot. Their breathing is heavy against each other as his final thrust inside of her brings his genital exploding against her g-spot, bringing her orgasm again. They scream in unison as their bodies flood each other physically, mentally and emotionally, becoming weightless, their hearts fusing into one.
Colm rolls over to the side of her laying flat on his back finding his breath while grasping hold of her hand, that lies limp against the grass. She finally turns her body towards him, laying her head on his chest, feeling the sound of his beating heart against her ear. He runs his fingers through her hair for a moment before turning his head and looking at her. ‘Her rarity is artwork’ she hears through the depths of her soul.
She grins through her teeth at him and with exhaust he smiles back. “That was…”
“Incredible.” She smiles.
“Reading my thoughts are we?” he teases kissing her on the forehead.
“Perhaps.” She boast.
“Margret Carol Merriweather, you are sensational.” He kisses her, pulling her closer into his chest. He then jokes, “However, perhaps next time we find ourselves a comfy bed.”
She gives a entertaining giggle, “I don’t disagree with that statement.”
“Which one? Because you simply are sensational.” He smirks.
She opens her mouth to speak but before she is able to she shoots up into a sitting position, spacing into the empty waters.
Colm puts the small of his hand on her back and sits up behind her. “What is it Love?”
She stares blank for another moment and Colm suddenly with worry places his arms around her shoulders and pulls her closer to him. “Love, what is it? I don’t know. Speak to me please.”
