Casters Book Two: Shadow Caster

Chapter Forty One

Speak of the devil, and she shall appear.

I glance up from the kitchen sink as a fill my cup with water, Joni flips through the channels on the tv. She was back by the time I got back from lunch. She hasn't spoken to me yet. I think she was waiting for Vega to leave, which was delayed once Vega saw Joni. But Vega is gone now.

I wish she had stayed.

This dorm room feels more like an apartment, a very small apartment. There is a small kitchen with a sink and full-sized fridge and oven. No dishwasher. We have to wash them by hand. Only a few small cabinets for storage. The living room is about half the size of one bedroom. Only room for one couch and one recliner. A small tv on a tv stand. Of course, Joni and I have our own rooms and restrooms.

Joni hasn't really decorated much. Everything is pretty plain. I guess she doesn't care much for interior design.

She lets out a heavy sigh and turns the tv off before sinking back on the couch and turning her head up to look at the ceiling. I take a drink of my water before she lets her head lop to the side and locks eyes with me.

I feel my heart skip a beat.

"How you feeling?" she asks me.

"Okay," I say.

"Just Okay?" she gets up and starts walking over to me.

I quickly down my water and move to head to my room. She's faster, and steps in front of me. I back up until my back is pressed against the wall. She closes in on me, her sharp green eyes never leaving mine.

I feel trapped. I can feel the phantom warmth of her hands running up my shirt. My face flushes when I recall her lips on mine. I have to avert my eyes first. That causes her to smirk, I get the feeling she knows exactly what I'm thinking about.

"What's wrong?" she asks softly.

"Nothing," I say quietly.

"Well you said you were just okay, how can I help turn okay into great?" she asks.

I flinch when I feel her hand caress my face, it forces me to meet her eyes again.

"Don't be scared of me," she says.

"You promised to not make a pass at me anymore." I remind her.

"I'm not making a pass at you, I'm just being a concerned friend. But if you feel things..."

"I don't!" I quickly deny.

She chuckles and lets her hand fall to the side.

I take a breath of relief but the relief is short-lived as she starts unbuttoning her shirt and lets it hang open in front of me. I can see her lacy black bra.

"It's rude to stare," she says.

I quickly avert my eyes.

"Relax I was just kidding," she chuckles.

"Why are you doing this?" I ask.

"Why are you letting me?"

"I'm not!"

She grabs me by my waist and pulls me into her arms. Her body is warm, firm from sports. I hate that I like the way she feels against me. But I can pretend to hate it all I want, my flushing face gives me away.

"She satisfy your urges yet?" her hand rubs up and down my back.

I don't answer her.

"I can help if you want," her hand sneaks up the back of my shirt.