The Whispers (Editing 📝)

CHAPTER FIVE - Medium

Sometimes, life really shoots you a curveball. Eric had known for years that there was weird, unexplainable stuff out in this world and always kept an open mind when it came to his own spirituality.

He had been and used many psychic' in the past, who claimed they had the gift in channeling spirits who were on the other side, only to be let down by their fake hocus pocus crap time and time again.

But knowing there could be a chance—a small glimmer of a chance that one day he could possibly speak to his deceased parents again, motivated him to keep pressing on with his search.

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Emily read book after book Eric had brought to her on the supernatural after they had gone back to the library.

Only to be left disappointed and leaving her feeling more confused by the countless reading materials.

Emily sat in a leather wingback chair with dozens of books piled high on top of the coffee table in front of her.

It was past one in the morning and Emily could feel the fatigue setting in.

Lifting a hand up to her face, she pressed her fingertips against her eyelids to relive some of the pressure building inside her head.

She placed the shabby, old book down on the coffee table and stood up from her chair and slowly began to move her stiff body around to regain a sliver of blood flow back into her heavy feeling limbs.

She reached high above her head and locked her hands together.

Gracefully balanced her body weight on top of her tiptoes, lengthening her spine, as if, she was a ballerina.

Emily could feel a slow bun through her tight muscles as she lengthened and stretch out her body.

She closed her eyes and moaned as the built-up tension inside of her body started to release.

Eric stood next to a bookshelf scanning though a book when he heard a sweet moan come from the sitting area.

He looked over at Emily and couldn't take his eyes off her.

He could feel the hunger curling through him, warming his blood in the way that a fine wine spread through a man's body.

In his mind, he pulled her close and pressed himself against her.

Those aqua eyes peered into him. Those petal pink lips. He ached to taste her soft lips. In his mind, his mouth parted and met her lips.

Then the innocent image shifted into one of pure passion and pleasure.

A soft groan left from his mouth before he could pull away from the image of Emily tightly wrapping her legs around him, clawing her fingernails deep into his back and moaning out his name.

What in the hell was wrong with him?  These images. These thoughts didn't feel like his own, they felt, as if, they belonged to someone else.

He took a moment to collect himself then started to walk over towards Emily.

She bent over and rub her ankles turning her head sideways when she heard Eric clear his throat, "I usually don't hear sounds like that here in the library.

I normally only hear those sounds coming from my next-door Nabors, when they're home."

Emily's throat moved so dramatically, that it was all Eric could do, not to laugh. "Which, only has happened a hand full of times," he said.

"Eric, I'm sorry!" Emily's voice came out in a strange whisper that carried further then Eric's normal speaking voice did across the library's hall, as her upper body moved upwards.