Anthony was hurt and it didn’t matter that he wasn’t mine. I darted to his side but he cupped my face and told me to run.
“No, you need help. You’re bleeding.”
#Jupiter shone brightly overhead. To most it would look like just another star, but Anthony had pointed it out to me. As I leaned against him and pulled the blanket closer I realised just how I loved him. And how easily his voice could send me off to sleep.
I next saw him at #Empress, my favourite Chinese place downtown. I watched him laughing with friends at a table as I stood waiting for my order to go. His phone number still fresh in my mind, I contemplated using it. As if he’d heard my thought, he looked directly at me.
Thomas is like a #wildfire. Not in a destructive way, but a chaotic one. He challenges my sense of order. He consumes me with heat and pulls my focus. It’s dangerous being so close to him yet he commands my focus. I am drawn to his flame and eager to be burned.
My heart hammered in my chest as Thomas pulled me into an alley, a shot hitting the bricks just next to my head. I’d never been much good with #emotion but right now I was full of it.
“What was that?”
“A Warden,” Thom told me, not slowing. “You have to go, NOW.”
The look he gives me is different to the one I saw in my office when he came back to give me his number. All of that confidence #evaporated. A moment later his friends turn to look at me & I hold their stare for a moment before pulling out my phone. Maybe I will text him.
He lets me watch him working as long as I promise not to type too loud on my laptop or ask any dumb questions. It’s fascinating. He isn’t in it for the #Glory, as much as he pretends otherwise. He genuinely wanted to help people. I love that about him.