Vulcan's POV
"Well, maybe we could have dinner together. I don't know anyone around here, and it would be great to talk to a fellow person that has an interest in supernatural medicine." Tamera tutted as she put the last tray on the table.
"I'm not sure that's a good idea. I'm not the sociable type, really." Touching Tamera's hand again, I was disappointed I didn't feel sparks fly through my skin. Everything about this woman drew me in. It wasn't the permanent pained look on her face or the nasty scar that rode up her shoulder and neck; it was just her. Her brown eyes that looked to have a spark in them at one point in her made me want to ignite them again.
"You look in pain; I've been in pain as well. Maybe we could comfort each other," my thumb rubbed over her knuckles as she pulled
