The Golden Desires by Ann M Pratley Read Free Book Online

instantly
hearing himself as if he were a player from the life he had just left.
    Isabella was enraptured. She was drawn to him
automatically, and moved closer. He did not step away from her, as if he also
felt they were meant to be much, much closer.
    Trent brought his hands up to gently touch each
side of her face, and was warmed by the feeling of her skin, as if she were emanating
warmth from deep within her.
    He saw her lean into his hands as she continued to
look directly into his eyes and he was instantly drawn to want to kiss her.
    Isabella saw his lips coming down toward hers but
felt no fear. When they touched she felt something she had never felt before.
It was as if this was the moment she had been working toward - waiting for
- all of her life. She did not dare pull away - she had no wish to pull away.
She was 21 and it was her first kiss in her lifetime. She wanted it to be … to remain … the most special kiss - the most special moment - that she would ever
experience.
    At 30 years of age, Trent had kissed a great many
women - far too many, he knew - but he had never felt what he was feeling now. In
his dreams he had felt an incredible pull toward her, and those feelings were
only intensified now that she was so close to him and her lips were on his.
    When they separated they stood back from one another
and just looked closely at each other, both uncertain how this had come to be.
    "I don't understand any of this," he
said, shaking his head as if he expected to wake up from a dream. "Who are you?"
    She looked closely at him, also so scared - and
yet at the same excited - by what it all meant.
    "I am Isabella," she said simply and he
laughed softly at her, since she obviously did not understand the full extent
to which he was asking. "Who are you?"
    "My name is Trent. Trent Solace," he
said and held out his hand in a greeting natural to his world, but she
immediately stepped backward and stared at his hand.
    She looked up into his eyes, suddenly remembering
another part of one of the night visions she'd had.
    "There was something else … something yellow.
I handed it to you."
    Immediately Trent remembered that part of the
dream also. He had forgotten but he could clearly see it in his mind now that
she had mentioned it.
    "Yes! You handed it to me," he said,
letting his mind remember. "It was…"
    "Warm," they both said at the same time.
    "What was it?" he asked her but she
could not answer.
    "I do not know. When I saw it in my night
vision - my dream - I did not recognise it."
    Trent looked around, suddenly remembering what had
seemed so odd to him when he had first arrived within the interior of the large
walls. He was warm - but outside at such a distance from the walls it had been
so cold.
    "How can it be so warm here?"
    Isabella was alarmed that it was the same question
that Adrian had so recently asked her, but she did not want to betray her
friend so felt it best to pretend to be unsure of the question.
    "What do you mean? It is always this
temperature here."
    "But you are on top of a mountain, and it is
very, very cold out there," he said, pointing in such as way as to indicate
he meant outside of the large walls.
    "Yes," she replied, remember the other
aspects of her night visions. "When I had my night visions of you I could feel the cold. But it does not get cold here. It is always like this. It is our
home."
    He looked at her then, for the first time
wondering about who the structure had been built for.
    "Our? Are there other people here?" he
asked just as Isabella saw a stray mill worker come outside and make his way
toward the eating area.
    She laughed softly and quietly at the strange man
before her.
    "Yes, there is one right there!" she
said, pointing, but Trent saw nothing, and it showed on his face. "You
cannot see him?"
    Trent was confused at what she was saying … what
she was seeing … and now he was really wondering if he was inside
a dream.
    "All I see are a lot of broken buildings