was bare. Numbly I looked at the compress in my hand, gently shaking it to reveal the shape of a white cotton t-shirt.
“Of course,” I muttered to myself. Death by embarrassment was looking more and more likely. Looking up into his crystalline eyes I asked him again, “What are you doing here?”
“As I said earlier, I am here for you.”
“Do you guys know each other?” Sam puzzled.
“No,” I said.
“Yes,” Cerus replied at the same time. A look of confusion settled on Sam’s face.
“What he means is” I began, “Yes, we met yesterday at the library for like two minutes, but no we don’t really know each other.”
In a low whisper that only I could hear Cerus contradicted me, “We know each other Alexa.”
Turning my head slightly my cheek was pressed against his chest. His skin was as smooth as I had imagined, but it wasn’t cool marble. He was warm and alive, the steady rhythm of his heart sounded softly against my ear. He smelled of outdoors; earth and grass and bright sunshine, and a little bit like horse. His arms tightened around me again, like he was claiming his right to hold me over any other.
“Sam, this is Cerus. Cerus, this is Sam,” I quickly make introductions.
“Are you Alexa’s boyfriend Sam?” Cerus asked extending his hand for Sam to shake.
“No, just a good friend.”
“Best friend,” I smile.
“Then it’s nice to meet you Sam.”
“Yeah, same here,” Sam replied.
Are you feeling better now, Alexa?” Cerus asked me.
I didn’t reply, but instead leaned my head back onto his shoulder, settling deeper into his arms, reluctant to stand and pull away. I could feel the vibrations of his deep chuckle.
“Lex, I know you’re comfortable there and all, but if you want to grab something to eat in town then we need to get going,” Sam reminded me.
“Yeah, okay.”
I finished my water and with a hand from Sam and a lift from Cerus stood up. Now that I was on my feet I can see the full expanse of Cerus’chest. He has muscles on top of his muscles, but he’s not bulky, he’s sleek and smooth. Handing him back his shirt I grin my thanks while my eyes are drawn to the tattoo over his heart. Now that I could see the entire thing I noticed the other colors subtly woven between the curls of the spiral, reds, greens, and yellows.
“It’s beautiful,” reaching out I traced the pattern with my fingers, like I had on the paper.
“Thank you. It is a symbol of my people. This one,” he pointed to the blue spiral, “marks me for who I am, and these,” he gestured to the interwoven colors, “symbolize the journey I am on. When it is completed, the colors will reach the center and be filled in. Then I will be free to marry and start my own family.” I looked up into his eyes. He was much closer than I thought. I could feel his breath on my cheek and thought if I tilted my head up just a bit more he would kiss me. I couldn’t help looking at his mouth, and I wondered if he could read from my expression how much I wanted to kiss him.
Sam, who had already started to walk down the trail turned and shouted, “Are you coming?” and just like that the spell was broken.
I turned and took a few steps before looking over my shoulder at Cerus. He seemed too young to be talking of marriage and family, but I couldn’t help feeling he was older than he looked. He had replaced his shirt, probably a good thing