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in.”
    “Then
why all the paranoia?”
    “I’m
not saying they won’t try to bully me into it. I don’t know the extent of their
power. Frankly, I don’t want to find out.”
    “I’ll
keep you informed if you give me a contact number.”
    “It
would be best if you didn’t. That way you don’t have to lie about it if you’re
questioned.”
    She
nodded. That sounded reasonable to her. She wouldn’t reveal his name unless it
became necessary. “Did you want to stay for dinner? I owe you for the
PB&J.”
    He
laughed. “I don’t want to impose.”
    “Believe
me, it’s no imposition. I’m just making simple spaghetti.”
    “Okay,”
he said with a nod. “Let me clean up first. Mind if I use your bathroom?”
    “No.
It’s just through the bedroom.”
    “I
know.”
    Keva
watched him leave and shook her head. What was she thinking to ask him to stay?
Sighing, she entered the kitchen and put a pot of water on to boil. She didn’t
particularly like cooking. Spaghetti was cheap and easy. She dumped salt in the
water.
    “What
happened to your shower curtain?”
    “The
polite thing to do would have been to ignore that.”
    He
gave her a sheepish grin. “Sorry.”
    She
shrugged. “I was trying out your telekinesis.”
    “Oh.”
He leaned back against the counter. Running the heel of his hand over his
chest, he asked, “How was it? Did you enjoy it?”
    Keva
blinked, surprised that he had to ask. Wasn’t she vocal enough in her approval?
Maybe it was a guy thing. They needed praise. Or maybe he wasn’t some sort of
balm to soothe his conscience. “Um, yes. You’re…intense, rougher than I’m used
to.” She wet her lips. “But I…it’s…good.” That was an understatement. He was
fantastic.
    The
corners of Sebastian’s lips curled up. And then he chuckled. “Well, that’s a
worry off my mind, but I wasn’t talking about the sex. I meant the psychic
power. From almost the beginning, it was a burden for me.”
    “Oh.”
Keva felt her face go hot with embarrassment. She hoped she wasn’t sweating.
“Um, that was good, too, but obviously, I need more practice.”
    He
grinned. “Are you volunteering for next time?”
    She
gasped. “Sebastian, you’re being naughty!”
    “You
really don’t know how much it’s a relief to me to know that I haven’t hurt you.
When I get like that, there’s so much pain and frustration. I can’t control
anything. For years, I’ve been battling to hold it in and it’s only gotten
worse.”
    “Yeah.
The holding it in only causes a bottleneck.” The water began to boil and she
added the pasta.
    “I
can’t use it, Keva. Every time I try…I just can’t.”
    Keva
remained silent. She wasn’t a trained therapist, but she thought his issues
stemmed from the rejection from his parents. Though she wanted to ask, she had
no right to go poking around in his business but how much longer she could maintain
that attitude when he kept dragging her into his situation was debatable.
    She
put on a second pot and filled it with pasta sauce. She seasoned the sauce with
pepper, basil, and oregano. He helped her get out the plates and silverware. He
seemed to just know where things were without having to ask. It was uncanny.
When the food was ready, she did the plating. The nearest thing she had to wine
was grape juice and Sebastian didn’t seem to object. Once they were seated in
her small dining area, he dug into the food without comment. “How’s your work?”
she asked.
    He
shrugged. “I quit.”
    “What?
How do you quit when you work for yourself?”
    “It
was going wrong. I, um, haven’t been able to concentrate.”
    Keva
put down her fork. “Is there anything I can do?”
    He
gave a humorless laugh. “Haven’t you done enough? You’ve spread your legs for
me twice now.”
    She
inhaled. “I don’t want to talk about that.”
    His
gaze burned into her. “I know you don’t, but we need to. Keva, I can’t offer
you anything. I’m a fuckup and a