The Secret Memory by Jessica Sorensen

Author:Jessica Sorensen
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Jessica Sorensen

Six

Lyric

“I love the smell of spring,” I declare as I inhale the delicious scent of the air. “It always makes me smile.”

“Everything makes you smile.” Ayden hands me a rag with a hint of a grin on his face.

It’s been a week since he sleepwalked, and for the most part, he seems to be okay. I’d put money on it, though, that he still feels guilty about the ordeal. Guilty because he worried everyone. Guilty because he freaked me out. My dear, shy boy, always worrying about everyone except himself. I wish I could talk to him about it without upsetting him, but after seeing him cry, I worry mentioning anything will trigger a nerve.

His parents—who I call Uncle Ethan and Aunt Lila, even though we’re not related—must have had the same thought process as me, because they seem pretty hush, hush about what happened.

“That’s not true.” I collect the rag from him and duck my head under the hood of my 1970 Dodge Challenger. My dad and I have been working on fixing it up since December, and I’m hoping to have it drivable soon. “Bugs don’t make me smile. Or frowny faces.”

He snorts a laugh. “Frowny faces? Only you would say frowns don’t make you smile.”

“That’s because I’m that awesome.” I pull the dipstick out and wipe it off with the rag before dipping it back inside the oil.

“That, you are,” he remarks, moving up behind me.

“And don’t ever forget that, my friend.” I remove the dipstick, glance at the oil level, then put the stick back in. Wiping my hand off with a rag, I step back from the car. “It looks like it might—” My back bumps into Ayden.

He hardly ever instigates contact first, expect on rare, amazing, wonder-filled occasions, so I allow myself to enjoy the earth-shattering moment and breathe in the feel of his body heat.

I smile stupidly when he doesn’t move away. “Whatcha doing?”

“Nothing.” His voice is uneven, revealing his nerves. “I was just . . .” He releases a breath then places his hands on my hips. Surprisingly, his fingers are steady. “I just wanted to touch you.” He rests his forehead against the back of my head and inhales deeply. “And to make sure you’re okay.”

“Okay about what?” My eyelids drift shut as I lean into his touch.

His simple touches are better than light.

They awaken my body and bring it to life.

More. More. More, my body is craving.

The addiction is potent, consuming, aching.

Leaves my body wanting, pleading, shaking.

Sometimes I feel like I’m withering, fading.

Fading. Fading. Fading.

Into him.

“About . . . about what happened the other day . . . when I sleepwalked.” His fingers grasp onto me, and his chest crashes against my back as his shallow breaths turn ragged. “I know I probably freaked you out. I’ve been meaning to ask you about it, but I didn’t want to upset you, so I decided to wait until stuff cooled off.”

“I’m not upset about what happened.” And not surprised one little bit that my theory about him was right.

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