A Gift from the Goddess

Book Two – Ch.# 21 “Here you go,” 

Kieran said, showing me to a door. “You’ll be staying in here. All your luggage should be inside already.” I snapped myself out of my thoughts to give a smile. “Thank you. I really do appreciate it.” “And if you need anything, I’m just across the hall in the room over there.” There was a door where he pointed, and I promptly nodded.

…And then… silence. Not quite awkward but not entirely natural either, but it spread between us nevertheless.

“Um… well, I guess I’ll get some rest—.” “I’m really sorry,” he said quickly. Almost as though he’d been holding onto it. “Today could have gone a lot smoother and I think I may have overwhelmed you a little.”

I stared at him, a little shocked that he was the one apologising to me rather than the reverse.

“What? No, no, I’m fine,” I said. “You have nothing to be sorry for. I honestly am thankful just to be here.”

“Well, just with the whole thing with Daniel being a bit aggressive… and then Allison maybe coming off a little strong. I wish that you’d had a better start here.” “Oh… no, they’re fine. Really, it’s my fault for showing up last minute.”

I was trying to brush off the topic, but the Allison situation was apparently bothering him. A crease formed between his brows as he seemed almost conflicted.

When he did finally start to speak again, his tone was far more serious.

“I could tell that she made you uncomfortable, but I hope that you’ll give her a chance. She is a really nice girl when you get to know her. I’m not sure if you noticed but there aren’t many other girls around here. I think she just got a little excited and forgot about personal space.” I was starting to feel even worse about my reaction to her, a pang of guilt slowly chewing me up inside. “Of course,” I said. “She was lovely. I’m looking forward to spending time with her.” But then he searched my face and my heart quickly sank, knowing that he was probably able to read ine. Just like he always could. I’d never hated that ability of his more than I did right then. And the worst part was that I didn’t even know why I felt that way about her. There shouldn’t even be a need to have this conversation right now.

“…She means a lot to me,” he finally said quietly. “After my mother died, she took it the worst of all of us. Wouldn’t eat, wouldn’t sleep… just a little kid, walking around everywhere in a daze. For a while, we were worried we’d lose her as well.” He paused for a moment before taking a deep breath, looking away. “It was years before she finally came back and it wasn’t without a lot of work. She found solace by connecting with her faith, which I was happy about, but she still relies on me heavily.”

I felt so guilty that I could have thrown up. Hearing all of this was so incredibly heartbreaking.

But the way he was venting… I could tell this was something that had been weighing on him for a while. I wasn’t entirely sure if he was telling me about her for my sake, or if he just felt the need to finally talk to someone about it.

Perhaps I was the first person he felt could truly understand, given my personal history with grief.

“I guess what I’m trying to say is… I hope that you’ll warm up to her,” he said. “Which is probably not my place to ask, especially considering everything you’re probably going through right now. Hell, it’s actually pretty selfish-.” “Hey,” I said, grabbing his head gently in my hands. It was enough for him to stop and meet my eyes. “You don’t have anything to worry about. Your sister was nothing but sweet. I’m just … tired from a long day.”

It was probably a once-off anyway. Just a bad reaction or flare from the drugs. The next time we met, I was sure things would be better.

then I’d just make

was giving me so much by allowing me to come here. To help me get better and learn more about myself. The least I could do was be nice to his sister. Not that this should

an issue. The girl hadn’t done anything wrong. She just…

say it. And, truthfully, that was all that mattered. He seemed to quickly relax under my touch and I took a second to study his features, momentarily absorbed

contact.

ever met before. He was caring, understanding…gentle. He was everything that I felt I wasn’t… and

closer, arcing upwards as my body moved on its own. My

his gaz was changing focus, flickering up and down between my eyes and mouth. Inching ever closer as his hand then found my waist,

then, finally… his lips

myself withdrawing from the last few days, missing it after experiencing it just the once. His touch, his taste… it was an

the kiss, my mouth starting to move against his hungrily. Needing more… Needing to

a bland down his chest, leeling every muscle hidden behind his shirt, I wanted nothing more than to find the

moved before I

his fingers pressing into my skin As every

as his

hand then moved down my waist, wandering lower until he held a firm grasp of my leg from behind my thigh. Squeezing it once before lifting it up against him. But I needed

Footsteps.

instantly

“Apologies.” And Kieran immediately let me go, taking a step back. She definitely wasn’t the only one embarrassed though. Whatever she was feeling, I was probably ten times more mortified. This wasn’t

any way, it wasn’t noticeable. He somehow sounded completely neutral as he spoke to her. However, unlike

if you or Miss Reid required

the question, but I quickly shook my head. Up until a minute ago, I’d only

he called

girl quickly gave a bow and left without another word. Truthfully, I don’t think I’d ever seen

Kieran looked back over

little embarrassed over being caught, a part of me still wanted to continue from where we’d left off. To invite him into the room with me and ask to spend the night together. I had the feeling that, whatever this thing between

a sense of finality, I realised he

said that you were tired… I should really let