My Little Mind Reader

54. Delayed Reaction

Phana's POV

After Yo's perfect handling of the small situation with Kit, he took my hand and led me to his room. His father had suggested that we stay in different rooms, but to my relief, Yo just rolled his eyes and pulled me along with him. But now that we're in his room, with the door pulled shut and Yo taking a shower, I'm wondering if it wouldn't have been smarter to sleep somewhere else.

Yo had glossed over what had happened between him and Park, but I was worried. Would he want me with him? Would he be afraid of my touch? Would I be strong enough to help him through this? How would I bring up his gifts again? Could I really live with what those gifts meant for me?

Honestly, the last question was rhetorical. As soon as I'd learned he'd been kidnapped, I knew I couldn't live without him anymore. I had to find a way to live with his gifts because the alternative was too difficult to contemplate. I had to be strong enough, because nothing was worse than losing him.

Yo came out of his bathroom in soft shorts and a t-shirt, his hair still damp. I'd never seen anything more beautiful in my life. I stood up to pull him to the bed, wishing he'd come out in just a towel, so I wouldn't have so much to take off before I could see his naked body.

"We need to talk about what I told you before I was kidnapped," Yo said, looking at me with amusement. I looked down at our joined hands and realized he probably knew everything I was hoping we'd be doing that didn't include talking.

He led me to a small couch instead and patted the seat next to him. I thought hard about the bed, hoping he would catch on to my mood but he just laughed and said, "I'm trying to stay out of your thoughts, you know, so that you can have some privacy. But when you try to push those images in my head, it's really hard."

"I like it hard," I said, refusing to sit, I pulled him back to the bed. I wanted to touch him.

"Bad choice of words," he smiled at me. "I want to touch you too. But don't you think it would be better to talk first?"

As soon as he finished speaking, I showed him exactly how I felt about his question. Touch me first, Yo. I missed you. I need to feel close to you. I didn't know if he was trying to listen, but I pushed those thoughts at him as I took his lips with my own. He gave in to my demands and we laid on the bed together, lost in each other's bodies for a little while.

After I'd tasted every inch of his skin and we'd both found release, we cleaned up and laid in each other's arms. Those first few moments of touching him intimately had worried me, I was afraid that he wouldn't want my hands on him after what Park had done. But he'd cleared that up instantly by reminding me that my thoughts were distinctly different from Park's and Park hadn't had enough time to really hurt him. I held him tighter, realizing what more I could have lost if Park had been able to have his way. I would still love and want Yo, but I knew he would be afraid. We'd both been lucky that Park hadn't done more.

Sometime after we'd both fallen asleep, I woke up feeling unaccountably angry. I gently untangled myself from Yo's arms and sat at the edge of the bed. Now that I'd satisfied my body, my mind was racing. How many times had Yo listened to my thoughts? How much of what I felt for him was due to his ability to know what I needed?

"Penny for your thoughts," Yo said as he sat next to me on the bed. He must have woken up while I was thinking.

"Can't you just read my mind? Why are you even asking?" I asked, feeling grumpy.

"I could if I wanted," Yo said, sounding a little discouraged, "but I don't if I don't have to."

"Didn't you use your powers just a little while ago with Kit?" I asked, wondering why he was trying to pretend. "That's why you were holding his hands, right?"