scream
or make a joke at her expense. He said without any proof “Sounds
about right.”
“What?” Sarah looked up and directly at him
in astonishment “How can you possibly believe such a gross amount
of years?”
He replied “In a few ways: The way that
you walk and move around has no wasted movements. That can only
come from either harsh physical training or many years of
experience. Since you look like you’re in your late teens or early
twenties and you don’t have
the build of someone who trains regularly, that only leaves me to
believe you have years of experience. And the biggest tipoff to me
are from your eyes.”
“My eyes?” Sarah began blinking in confusion
while shaking off some rain.
“The eyes never lie. When I look into your
emerald green eyes, by the way your eyes are my favorite color,
you’re eyes say ‘I’m much older than I appear.’ Also I knew that
today wasn’t the first time you’ve taught a class before. You lied
to everyone, but apparently I was the only person who could tell.”
He crossed his arms over his massive chest and grinned at her. He
enjoyed her warring expressions.
The entire time he explained, her pulse
steadily beat faster as he spoke with such confidence. When he
mentioned the color of her eyes being his favorite, her pulse did a
back-flip and flared her features to be red hot. Her only hope was
that the darkness hid the color.
When he finished she tried to laugh,
but it came out as a school girl’s giggle. “Oh yeah, very mature Sarah.” She growled at
herself internally.
“What?” He asked, looking confused at the
reasoning behind the giggle.
“I just cannot believe how perceptive you
are, let alone me telling you how old I really am.” Sarah blurted
out again. Feeling like Connor had a right to know, at least a
portion of what she was about.
“Well Sarah it’s not everyday that you find
out that your History teacher has lived about as long as our
American History books.” Now he had a full blown grin spread across
his rugged features again.
Sarah truly and easily laughed at that.
Looking concerned he stated “It has
been a very long day and I can tell that you have had another and
recent painful headache.” “He caught that
too?” She thought to herself. At that same moment he
spoke as if he was reading her mind. “Yes, I saw you get a headache
right after you looked at me. It felt weird, like you were
scratching my brain and looking through me at the same
time.”
“Do you ever miss any details?” He simply smiled wryly. Sarah
sighed saying “Well Connor, I can’t tell you about that…Yet. It is
a rather personal subject of mine.” After that her heart beat like
a humming bird’s wings. She felt elated, at least in a way, to even
consider telling him about more of her secret.
Changing subject Connor calmly said “Ok
Sarah. Now get some rest, I’ll be up anyway so I will keep a look
out for any dangers.”
“Ok Connor. Thank you and goodnight.” Sarah
was actually tired and her throbbing headache and pain behind her
eyes weren’t helping matters. As she tried to find a spot to lie
down Sarah heard Connor let out a deep sigh and she looked at him
again, he stood up.
“What is it?” She became alarmed again.
“I cannot let you put your head on the cold
and wet ground to sleep Sarah. It is just too uncomfortable out
here to sleep normally.”
As she said “That’s alright Connor. I
can manage.” he started walking over to Sarah’s side and sat
directly next to her right thigh. He then crossed his large legs.
The heat and scent he gave off were so calming and pleasant. “Wait… why is he so warm?” “Connor,
aren’t you cold?”
“Nah, the rain has never bothered me.”
Instinctively, she leaned into him and the
warmth. The very moment they touched for the first time she felt a
sudden and unexpected jolt of energy shoot right through her entire
body and apparently Connor felt it in himself too. They both