The Devil in Me

The Devil in Me Ch. 25

Chapter Twenty-Five

Shay:

Holy hell Baird was a lot stronger than he looked.

He pulled Noah over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

Baird led the way back to the medical center. I just followed silently.

Neither one of us spoke until Noah was planted firmly onto the bed.

My gaze remained on Noah.

"Shay," Baird said, "You need to be careful."

My eyes went to the ginger-haired man.

"There is a lot you do not know," he said, "I know you feel the way that you do, but you need to be more cautious."

I didn't comment. I only nodded.

He was right, and I had no reason to argue with him.

His attention was entirely on me.

"Do you feel a pull towards Noah?" he asked.

I didn't even need to think about it.

I nodded, "And if I do?"

"There is nothing wrong with feeling the pull," Baird stated, "If anything, that is an extraordinary thing."

It was a little awkward with just me and Baird.

I wasn't used to a serious one on one with him.

"Shay," Baird said, "Do you mind if I ask you a few more questions?"

I shook my head, "I don't mind."

"This is out of personal curiosity," He said, "Not necessarily for the program."

I mean, I don't think it really mattered to me either way.

"Go ahead," I said.

Baird moved around the room as if trying to think about his actual questions.

I sat at the foot of Noah's bed and crossed my legs.

"Ask away," I said.

"When you first met Noah," he hesitated a little, "What did you feel?"

I made a face as I thought about it.

"If I really think about it," I said, "I felt an instant attraction."

"Could you elaborate more?" he asked.

I hummed as I thought about it.

"Maybe like there was this small spark," I said, "I felt this strange need to stare."

"Do not tell him you think he is pretty," Baird stated, "He had a hard time when he was younger because of his appearance."

I frowned, "I already called him beautiful."

Baird smiled slightly, "That is a little different."

I felt a bit bad anyway.

I gently pat Noah's leg.

"He is beautiful," I said, "But I didn't think other children would be mean to him for it."

"Growing up as a boy," Baird said, "It can be hard when you are prettier than some of the girls."

I nodded.

I felt that.

When I was growing up, I didn't feel like a pretty girl.