Gifted Connections 1

He turned towards me and grabbed my face. “But you are our nucleus. We always knew we would have to share you. We always expected to. Since the moment I saw you, I immediately felt this draw that I never felt for anyone, not even Rose. With you around, I can see that any feelings I felt for Rose were tepid, something lukewarm.”

“How can you say that?” I said, fighting back the tears, my voice breaking. “I’ve never felt strongly enough for a guy to want to pursue a relationship with him, but I had imagined if that man were to ever enter my life, it would be a forever kind of love. Just me and him. Not me and him and his five best friends. I don’t know how it’s even possible to give you guys the attention you may deserve. How is it even fair that I can have all of you, and you guys have to share me?!”

I didn’t know what to expect from Drake, but I hadn’t expected him to kiss me. I was in a state of shock as his mouth moved against mine. As he pulled me closer, I gripped his wide shoulders and opened my mouth to his insistent lips. His tongue found mine, and I let my tongue slide against his. I knew at that moment that all the kisses I received in the past, paled in comparison to his. This was a real kiss.

He leaned back and pulled me onto his lap, forcing me to straddle his hips. I found my hands tangling in his soft hair, deepening our kiss even further. I don’t know if it was my curiosity that led me to rub against him or the passion I felt in his kiss, but I felt myself melting further into him.

He let out an impassioned groan as his lips found my sensitive neck, and I arched back, letting him have access to it. He grabbed my hips and rolled me underneath him, and I could feel that I had excited him as I felt the hardness between his legs.

My breathing felt labored, and I was both shocked and surprised by my response to him. His lips found mine once more, and I felt a jolt of energy course through my body. It empowered me and scared me at the same time.

He froze for a moment; his eyes glazed with passion and wonder. “Do you see it?” he asked in awe.

I reached out for his face, and my eyes widened in amazement. His hands reached for mine, and I saw this odd fog like strings of green and purple intertwining, connecting my hands to his.

“What is it?” I asked in fear and marvel.

“It’s our connection,” he said quietly, reverently, dazed. “The guys never saw it before, but you can.” There was excitement in his voice.

“Noah and Jax said it was red when you first saw it, then green when you first saw me. Where did the purple come from?” I moved my hand and watched as the light moved with it but remained connected to him.

A serene smile spread across his lips. “I think we made our connection. We’re connected.”

“But I thought-” My words halted as Jax and Noah came crashing through my bedroom door.

“What the hell happened?” Jax’s eyes were wide.

Noah came to a skidding halt at the foot of the bed. “Bro, I see it,” his eyes were huge as he looked at us.

Drake sat up, slightly embarrassed as he pulled me up to sit next to him. His eyes searched mine and then looked back at the guys. “Did you feel it?”

I heard my phone going off in the closet but chose to ignore it as I looked in confusion at the guys.

“Yes,” Jax sunk down beside me as his phone went off. “I have always felt her emotional highs. What…what happened?”

“I felt it too,” Noah took a seat next to Drake. “Did you guys…connect?”

“Yes,” Drake reached over and brushed a hair off my face, and I could slowly see the colors surrounding us fade. “But we didn’t do it the conventional way. All I did was kiss her.”

Soon, all our phones were going off.

Noah looked at us skeptically. “Are you sure?”

I snorted as I felt a feeling of extreme fatigue. As the light faded, I felt like it was draining my energy. “We just kissed.” Even to my ears, my words sounded slurred and far away.

“Dude,” Jax said with worry, “what’s wrong with her?”

“I don’t know?!” Drake was clearly panicked.

As I slipped into oblivion, I could hear Noah. It sounded like he was on the phone.

It was on speaker.

“What happened?” the voice was clipped, angry. Remy.

“I don’t know, we just got in here. We saw it. We saw the connection; we felt it.” Noah sounded shocked.

“Who?” Jace’s voice, much like his expressions, was hard to decipher. If I weren’t stuck so thickly in this fog, I would swear I heard anger and sadness.