moving around, flipping through my mind like it was a book.
“Seeing is believing, isn’t it sweetheart?” I heard his voice, but it wasn’t coming out of his mouth. It was inside my head, rolling around like an echo. His eyes drew me, and I stepped closer to him, reaching out my hand to touch his face. It was like a magnet, and I couldn’t stop myself even if I wanted to. But suddenly I didn’t want to. My fingers touched his skin and it was ice cold to the touch. I pulled them away and rubbed my fingers, half-expecting them to come away wet. Like when you touched ice.
But there was no water on my fingers. My eyes traveled down from George’s eyes, like they were being pushed down, and my gaze landed on his lips. They were soft lips, full but not too much. Perfect for a man. I remembered the night before, the feel of his lips on mine, and I craved it again. I touched his lips with the tips of my fingers. His smell was in my nose, wrapping around me like fleece. I couldn’t breathe without his smell filling my body. I rested my hands on his chest, felt it moving with his breathing, and planted my lips on his.
He kissed me back, sliding his tongue across my lips, and I opened my mouth, letting him in. He was in my mind already, he could be in my body too. My body ignited again like it had the night before, and I felt stuffy in my clothes. Getting rid of it would be a great idea.
Suddenly the spell was broken, and I snapped out of it. I was alone in my mind again, and George was in front of me, a separate person. I looked up at his eyes, and they were hard and cold like ice again.
An icy finger drew down my spine. My breath suddenly came in heavy gasps, rushing in and out of my lungs with a burn.
“What the hell?” I said. “You were in my mind. I felt you!”
George nodded slowly.
“Is that how you get your girls, make them want to sleep with you? I don’t even get a say in this?”
He shook his head. “I don’t have kind of power over people. I can read minds, yes, and draw your attention to something specific you’re thinking or feeling. But I can’t control what that is. Your attraction to me, your… lust. That was all you. I could feel it.”
I snatched my hands back, away from him and took a step back, stumbling over the skis I’d forgotten I was wearing.
“Don’t ever come near me again,” I hissed, turning around awkwardly and skiing away.
“What was that all about?” Kate asked.
“I told him I never want to see him again,” I said. I was angry, and Kate could tell.
“You told him that with a kiss?”
“Don’t even ask me about that right now,” I said. I felt out of breath, suddenly, and I yanked the skis off my feet. “Ella, get me another instructor. I don’t want that guy near me ever again.”
“But what—“
“Please, Ella,” I said, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath to try and clam myself down. “Just do it? I’m here to have fun, and that—“ I pointed to where George had been standing. “That is the exact opposite of fun.”
All three girls stared at me like I was crazy, but I ignored them and stomped back to the desk where I was supposed to hand my skis in again. I left for the hotel, not bothering to wait for my friends.
Because the fact was that I was terrified about what had just happened. And I was angry at him for being what he was. What did he look like when he changed completely? I suddenly wondered. But I shook my head.
I was angry at myself, too, for feeling that way about him. Because he’d been right. All of that attraction and lust, that had been me. It still was, I could feel it swirl in my stomach and make my body hot and wild.
Chapter 3
“Thanks for waiting,” Kate sneered when they got back to the room half an hour after me.
“I just had to get away, okay?” I didn’t need my friends to hassle me about it. It wasn’t like I could explain it to them anyway.
“What happened?”
I shrugged. “I just don’t like