The Rarest Gem

Chapter Six

Tristan

Cobblestone Park is so gorgeous that I get lost in a daze as the colorful leaves sway lightly in the wind, falling off the trees and landing gently on the autumn ground.

The scent in the air is purely magical, light, and earthy, reminiscent of my younger memories when innocence and curiosity sparked my imagination.

My favorite part of the scenery is the wooden bridge, of course. It's my sanctuary, my second home away from home, even though my actual home never felt like much of a home at all.

I stare into the creek, attempting to lose myself in its beauty. Ever since I first discovered it, it has been my focal point for deep thoughts and meditation, the part of nature I turn to when I need to connect with my spirituality.

I'm captivated by the way the clear water brushes against the rocks, and I swear I can feel the serenity emanating from the light splashes, providing a calm to my body-a calm like no other, a calm purely magical.

"Tristan?"

I turn instinctively, and of course, it's him. It's Logan, here to meet me at the place I first laid eyes on him, the moment I'll never forget.

At a time, I felt overrun with emotion and depleted when his smile ignited something new in my world.

"Hey, Logan."

He raises his finger to his lips to signal me to be silent. I look around, and the park is completely empty, but I obey his wishes, confused but obedient.

I let him have his way.

As he inches closer, I survey his appearance. His eyes are glowing with the most incredible light, signaling me in. I swear I can hear them calling out to me to get closer, and once again, I follow his wishes-his wishes without words. I'm being silently controlled.

I move my eyes down to his lips. They are lush and peachy pink, surrounded by just a bit of stubble. I can tell he notices my glare, which causes him to glide his tongue seductively across his parted grin and inch in closer, which I interpret as an invitation.

As I take a step toward him, I notice the heat from his body; our energies are now entangled, and the arousal is uncontrollable. I want more. I want him.

We are so close I can almost taste the scent on his breath, a cinnamon-spicy aroma sending tingles up and down my skin. I can't take it anymore. I need to experience him. He's the one.

I've never been the one to take the initiative, but this time is different.

This time,  I know it's fate.

I lean in to press my lips against his and...

"Tristan! Get up! We are going to be late for church, I swear. All you want to do is lie around in this damn house, no job, no girlfriend. You are such a waste!"

Well, there goes my alarm.

I quickly get up and head into the shower.

I attempt to wash off the lust I've accumulated that's attempting to linger in my body from that heart-racing dream I just had about Logan, this guy I just met.

I barely know him; why is he having this effect on me?

Is he doing witchcraft?

He did mention witchcraft.

No, that's stupid. He barely knows me. Why would he do something like that?

I've never really been this into a guy before. I mean, I've looked, yes, but never actually thought about pursuing anything...