Splintered Courage by J.E. Sawyer

Author:J.E. Sawyer [Sawyer, J.E.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-06-07T16:00:00+00:00

Gemma

I flop down on my bed when I make it home. I really don’t know what to make of the first day I just had. My heart picks up thinking about the boy across the hall and the kiss we shared. I guess it isn’t fair to call him a boy. He’s far from it. It was unexpected though. We’ve shared a few looks and some heated tension, but I never believed it would have ever escalated to anything. I graze my lips with the tips of my fingers; I can’t help but to want it again, and again…. oh boy, we’re both going to be in trouble now. I have to force myself to get up and wash up. Dinner should be about ready. I should probably start figuring out what I can do to contribute. I don’t expect them to do all the cooking and cleaning. Since I’m a lot more settled I want to do my part. I want to pitch in and stop feeling like I’m mooching off them. I don’t like to feel indebted to anyone. I’ve had to learn to take care of myself and I have every intention of keeping it that way. In this world the most reliable resource you have is yourself. You are the person you can count on the most. You will always be there, and you will always know what your own best interests are. In truth, I’m afraid of letting anyone else help, of letting them in. I can’t let anyone get too close, they will just let me down. For whatever the circumstances, people can’t stay forever. Everyone leaves at some point or another. Where does that leave you when they go? Alone? I don’t have it in me to find out. As well as my stay has been going here, I have to keep them all at arm’s length, because they were to let me down I don’t think my heart could take it.

As I make my way down stairs, I find myself in the same predicament as earlier. Weston seems to be taking most of the hall.

“Gemma, I was just going to get you,” Weston says he grips a hand on each of my shoulders. “Dinner is ready.”

He bends the knees a little to be able to look me in the eye. Once he has my full attention. Well, let’s be honest he’s had my full attention for most of the day. It feels like we can communicate with just a look, no words are even needed. I can easily read the hunger, vulnerability, hesitation and infatuation in his eyes. You know they say the eyes are the window to the soul. There has to be something to that. Have you ever really thought about it? When you look into someone’s eyes, what do you feel? It’s not the same as looking at their nose or shoulder. When I look in Weston’s eyes I feel everything.

“Gemma?” He gives my shoulders a little squeeze. I guess I was in my head a little longer than I realized.

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