Eva
I smile, “Yours glow like someone put a lightbulb in the depths of the ocean.” We gaze at one another. He touches my cheek and I touch his. It feels like warm silk, so soft and smooth. Then we kiss, wind swirls around us, picking up bits of water from the lake. It's like we are in the center of a tornado. We pull away and touch our foreheads together. I say, “Are you doing this?”
“No, this has to be you,” he replies.
“Um, how?” I'm so confused.
He says, “I have no idea. Try to imagine it back calm like it was.” I do, and everything returns to normal. This is so wild, and it has one hell of a learning curve. “Nothing like this happened with Kevin?” he asks.
“No. I had a strong connection with Kevin, but the most that ever happened was that candles flickered or lights dimmed,” I say
