He squatted down in front of me and cupped my face with his hands.
His lips softly brushed mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. The fear melted and my body burned. When he pulled away, I was breathing hard.
“Stop thinking the worst.” He spoke as if I should understand words.
My mind was utter mush with one kiss. He stood up and stepped toward my house. “Michael,” he shouted.
Mr. Dawson stepped onto the back porch. “How’s it going out here?” Things were incredibly confusing.
“She doesn’t know how she did it,” Dastien said as Mr. Dawson walked toward us.
“Not surprising.” Mr. Dawson sat down in front of me. “What you did back there took a lot of power.”
Was he nuts? “Almost killing someone took a lot of power?” “No. Half shifting your arm,” Mr. Dawson said.
