He had been what I had always hoped to find. Which is, I think, what was my primary objection to the entire thing.
That is, not to say, that he and I never fought. We fought. We yelled at the top of our lungs. We yelled in our minds at decibels that only we could hear, but were no less deafening in their silence. We found ways to fight that we had probably invented.
We also made up in ways that we probably invented.
We had made love in positions we probably invented. Some of them I later thought probably should have been physically impossible.
He had been… perfect.
But I am Janie Smith.
I am not perfect. I never will be. The more perfect for me he managed to be; the surer I became that I was doing something very, very wrong. And since time was passing, well, he and I were finding ways to get around each other.
Chance and I got tied together a few months back in a soul mate thing. There are these things tying the two of us together, the soul mate strands we call them. We had no choice in them and accidentally made them stronger. Now we are tied together, soul to soul. In this link, he can see into my mind and I into his. But since we have gotten more… comfortable, so to speak, in each other’s skins, we found the constant saturation was too much. So we found ways to construct barriers over bits of ourselves. Walls, so to speak.
Ways to keep each other out of pieces that we would rather keep to ourselves.
The pieces I mostly kept him out of were my insecurities. Like my nearly constant worry that he just got stuck with me because he wasn’t given another option. Also on the list is my worry over what he thinks of being tied to me. I have not tried to “peek” into those bits of his mind. For months.
I, it seems, am awfully good at making space in relationships where I would rather there not be space. I was making a space of silence while not talking to him about what was bothering me.
I had a feeling that tonight was going to be full of words rather than sighs. He had yet to move. It seemed the more walls that I constructed to keep him out of my mind, the more quiet he got. The usually chatty man was becoming the strong silent type. I can’t say as I liked the change.
I stood and faced him, swirling the wine in my glass because I was still not ready to actually look at him.
“You were saying that you wanted to talk,” I murmured.
I decided if I threw the ball into his court it would perhaps be that he did not want to discuss that which I worried he would want to discuss.
There was a chance that I was wrong.
I saw his feet come into range and the glass was removed from my hand. “Since when did you like wine?” he asked.
I looked up at him surprised. He took a long drink from the glass and handed it back. I looked at it and then at him. “I like wine,” I defended.
“I always thought you preferred Corona,” he replied.
I shrugged and looked at the glass.
“You only pull out the wine when you want to distract me. Also, you only pull out the romantic evening when you want to distract me… like when you pick up on the fact I want to talk to you from my mind.”
I looked at the glass again. Anything was better than looking at him. He took the glass again. He swirled the liquid and I felt need swirl when he swirled the glass.
“You still don’t want to talk about it?”
I bit my lip.
“Months, Janie. We have been together months. We are happy. I am happy. Are you happy?”
ABout theAuthor
Virginia Nelson believed them when they said, “Write what you know.” Small town girl writing small town romance, her characters are as full of flaws, misunderstandings, and flat out mistakes as Virginia herself. When she’s is not writing or plotting to take over the world, she likes to hang out with the greatest kids in history, play in the mud, drive far too fast, and scream at inanimate objects. Virginia likes knights in rusted and dinged up armor, heroes that snarl instead of croon, and heroines who can’t remember to say the right thing even with an author writing their dialogue. Her books are full of snark, sex, and random acts of ineptitude—not always in that order.
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Also By Virginia Nelson
Standalone Titles
Accidental Pirate
Back in Time ~ Coming March 2015
Catching Death
Clothing Optional
Dom of the Dead
Her Sexy Skunk ~ Coming Fall 2014
Hunting for Love
Hypnotist
Lips of Velvet
Penthouse Prince ~ Coming Soon
Rumor Has It
Rumpling Riley
Sugar On Top
Taking Control
Taming of a Sex God
Turn Me On
The Were, The Witch and The Baby ~ Coming Fall 2014
Also By Virginia Nelson
Series
Bond of Three Series
Taming Tabitha
Calling Caralisa ~ Coming Soon
Riding Ripley ~ Coming Soon
Fighting for Fiona ~ Coming Soon
Magical Series
Magical Curves
Magical Mayhem ~ Coming Soon
Magical Healing ~ Coming Soon
The Odd Series
Odd Stuff
Odd Melody
Odd Fate ~ Coming Soon
Watkin’s Pond Series
Runaway Groom
While You Were Writing ~ Coming Fall 2014
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