“I…just…and we. But you…you joined the mindlink at the party.” He backs away from me to see me better.
“What are you talking about?” I ask him, ignoring how upset I am at the distance.
Alex sputters. “I don’t...know how to describe it.” I scowl at him so he says, “Hang on, let me try something.” He closes his eyes and concentrates for a moment.
I cross my arms, irritated, until I hear his voice say, ‘Layla, can you hear me?’
“Of course I can,” I answer immediately. “You’re sitting right next to me.”
‘No,’ he says, ‘watch my lips.’
“Is this a trick to get me to kiss you?” I ask, teasingly. “I thought we agreed you could just do that?” To prove my point, or maybe his, I put my hand on his cheek and touch my lips to his.
‘This isn’t a fair distraction,’ he says, kissing me back. I feel
