Wild Hearts by Bridget Essex

Author:Bridget Essex
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2020-03-29T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16: Truly Wild

Light wakes me.

Moonlight.

Full and soft, shining through an octagon-shaped window at the peak in the roof.

All of the lamps in the attic room are turned off. The silver glow of the moon is the only light in the room; it penetrates through the darkness, illuminating a patch of the bed.

And this is where she sits, cross-legged, face turned up to bask in that light.

Silver.

Her eyes are closed, her mouth soft, her full lips parted. Her breathing is slow and steady, her chest rising and falling with a hypnotic rhythm that pulls my gaze. My eyes drift along the tangled curls of her white hair, over the powerful slope of her shoulders. The flannel shirt that she's wearing is finally unbuttoned down the front, revealing a white ribbed tank top beneath it. The curve of her chest, its slow rise and fall, pulls me in...

But I can't tear my eyes from her expression to take in everything else for more than a heartbeat.

She is serene, full of ease and calm.

She lifts her chin to the moon. That silver quality of moonlight washes over her, and it's almost like...

Well, it's almost like it's filling her up.

But light isn't like water. It can't fill a vessel, can't overflow.

But as I lie on my side, as I watch Silver, I get the distinct feeling...

That the moonlight is pouring into her.

As if in response to my thoughts, I start to notice a subtle sort of glow around her, halo-like. I blink once, twice...maybe I'm just still tired, seeing things. But when I press the heel of my hand against my eyes, let them clear, I know.

I'm not imagining it.

There's a glow.

It's real.

And it's starting to drift over her body.

I can't tell where, exactly, the glow begins. It seems that the parts of her skin that are visible are brighter than her clothing, but the origin of the light is something that's inside of her, all of her.

Everything about her is made of light as she basks in the moon.

This is beautiful to watch.

She is beautiful.

As if she senses my gaze, Silver opens her eyes.

She turns and she glances at me.

Her smile is soft as she puts her head to the side a little.

“Hello,” she murmurs, voice as warm as her grin.

“Hello,” I murmur back. I don't move. I stay, lying on my side, my head pillowed beneath my arm. I return her smile, feeling my own mouth turn up at the corners, feeling her warmth steal over me, by degrees.

I stay as I am, and I watch her.

Silver stretches overhead, moving her spine in a graceful curve, a little like a cat. She lets her fingers drift over her own shoulders, massaging a part of her muscle with the pad of her thumb, letting out a sigh.

I watch her do this, and I can feel the heat rising inside of me. Here, at least, I know its origins, can feel the warmth unfurling in my belly, radiating into my limbs, over my face.

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