I smiled and thought about how true that statement was. I was definitely crazy about him. “I want to know everything about you. I feel like you know so much about me, but I’m still in the dark.”
He smiled and said, “Ask me anything.”
I scrunched my lips up and put on my best thinking face. “Hmm…let’s start with simple. What’s your full name?”
“Scott Andrew Tabors. S-A-T. My grandma used to say I was so lazy because my parents gave me S-A-T as initials.”
I laughed at that because I could see Anna saying it. “I can’t believe Anna is your grandmother. I’ve been going to her boutique for years.”
“If only we’d known…”
“Yeah…” I smiled wistfully, “ok, what are all your favorites? Color, holiday, animal, anything and everything.”
He groaned and thought about the question. “That’s loaded. Ok…green, your birthday, horses, food is pancakes and chicken. You know I love art,” he paused to think. “I don’t know what else you want to know,” he said with a magnificent grin.
I climbed up into his lap. The chair was small but perfect for a cozy conversation. I snuggled in closer to his chest and said, “I told you…I want to know everything.”
“Everything is so vague. Be specific. We have forever for everything. What do you want to know right this second?”
Forever. And he said my words were loaded. “Do you have any pets? Tell me about your brothers. Are they as awesome as Sadie?”
“No pets. Santos is awesome…Sebastian, however…he’s…I’m not sure how to describe him. He doesn’t really like family time. He’s not close to any of us.” Sadness gloomed over his face, and I felt bad for bringing up the topic.
“Oh. I’m sorry,” I said as my fingers slid over his cheek bones. I traced the outline of his jaw, and he closed his eyes. A soft smile spread on his face, and he sighed happily. “I like your face. It’s so strong and masculine, but comforting at the same time.”
His eyes opened and peered at me. “You are too much, love. I’m so glad you’re here. I have to shower, though.”
I nodded and reluctantly got off his lap. I held on to his hand until he slipped away, then I sat in bliss until he returned.
Scott
As much as I didn’t want to leave Livvie for one minute, I set off for a shower. I needed to wash the stench of the night away from me so I could enjoy my time with my love. The shower revitalized me. My body was achy from the fighting, but the hot water helped. I hurried through it, though, not really enjoying it like I normally would have. My heart was happy to have Livvie here with me and I wanted to cherish every second after this horrid night.
Livvie and I stayed up half the night talking and getting to know each other. After our difficult conversation about espying and my quick shower, we had curled up on the couch. I started the conversation and told her everything about me; information ranged from my other family members to what color my favorite pair of socks were. She listened intently, her beautiful face studying mine while I spoke.
After that, we moved to the kitchen. At midnight, we mixed pancakes after we both realized it had been awhile since we’d eaten anything. Making breakfast with her in my kitchen felt natural and right. She told me about her family while we prepared our food, her soft lips detailing and describing every important person in her life. Jealousy coursed through me as I realized they all had such a long history with her, while I only possessed a few sweet moments in her dreams.
Shaking the thoughts, I watched intently as her soft body glided through my kitchen. Her delicate hands whipped the batter while her hair bounced in unison. The pants I gave her were too big and her hip bones kept peeking out, driving me crazy.
“Scott,” she asked, her voice pulling me from her hips. She looked at me curiously, a smirk on her lips. “Are you listening? I need a skillet to cook these in.”
“Oh, ok. They’re right here,” I said. I opened the cabinet above her head.
“What were you thinking about?” she asked and poked me in the ribs.
I smiled and shook my head. That I wasn’t going to tell her.
“Scott!” She attacked me, trying her best to tickle me. She didn’t realize that I wasn’t ticklish though, so all of her effort was for nothing.
I held her in a bear hug off the floor, kissing her nose when it was level with my mouth. “I like cooking with you.”
She giggled, “I like cooking with you, too. Even if it is at midnight.”
We finished flipping our pancakes, though we burned a few in the process. After a dual effort on clean-up, we stood awkwardly realizing it was time to sleep.
“Sco—“
“Liv—“
We both spoke at the same time. Looking at each other, we laughed. I gestured for her to go first.
“Scott, I’d really like to sleep in the room with you tonight. I want you to hold me. I think I would feel safer that way.”
My heart was beating faster and faster. I nodded. I was thinking the same thing. “I want you to, I promise I won’t try anything.”
“I know that,” she said as she reached to touch my face. She stared into my eye intensely, the green glowing with desire. “I just don’t want it to be too tempting for either of us, that’s all. If it is, I can sleep somewhere else.”
“No,” I said firmly, “you are not sleeping somewhere else. I need you with me so I can know you’re safe.”
She looked worried and kept biting her lip. She was nervous, and I got the feeling there was more on her mind.
“What is it?” I asked quietly.
“When will Aiden come back for me?” she asked in a deathly whisper.
I pulled her closer for comfort. “I don’t know, love. But know that nothing will happen to you. I’ll protect you.”
She glanced up with a smirk on her face. “You’re going to protect me?” she asked.
I laughed. She made a point. She did pretty well for herself tonight once she had tapped into her powers. “Ok, let me rephrase. I want to protect you, but I know you can protect yourself. Is that better?” I asked as I kissed her forehead.
“Yes. Thank you,” she said with a laugh. She squinted her eyes and turned her head to the side, like she had just realized something.
“What is it now?”
“Do you know what other powers I may have?” she asked, pulling away from me a little. She stared down at her hands, inspecting them with a great intensity. She looked up at me, a little mesmerized. “I shot fire out of my hands, and it didn’t burn me. Why?”
“Because it was coming from you. It won’t burn you if you create it.”
“And the visions…they only work on humans?”
I shrugged. “I don’t have that power, so I’m not sure. It seems that way, though.”
“I wonder what else I can do?” she said almost to herself.
I locked my forehead with hers. I looked into her eyes and saw the burning desire to know about herself. “We’ll figure it out, alright?”
She nodded and I reached my hand out to her, palm up, so she could put hers in it. Locking fingers we walked down the hall to the bedroom. I fluffed the pillows and got an extra one from the closet. I knew from our dreams that she liked to sleep on two pillows.
“So which side do you sleep on?” she asked.
“I usually sleep in the middle, I said with a laugh, “but I’ll take the left. I know you like the right.”
She smiled and crawled in on her side. She looked small in my king size bed. Her red hair seemed to darken against the whiteness of my pillows. I turned off the light and crossed back across the room. Slipping in, I could hear her breathing quicken. I lay facing her. I reached out to hold her in my arms. She slid her body over and rested her head in the crook of my arm. Her hand caressed my chest and a flutter went through my heart. I gasped, and she took hint, moving her hand back.
I touched her face, and she lifted her head onto my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around h
er in a big hug.
She giggled and pulled away. “I like this,” she sighed.
“Me too.”
Her eyes were drooping as she looked at me, a soft smile crossing her face every so often.
“You look exhausted, my darling. Perhaps you should rest,” I said. I kissed her forehead.
“I know. I probably should. I called my parents and told them I was with Juniper. Isn’t that awful?”
“Nah. We’re going to them tomorrow. We need answers about what exactly you are and where your powers come from. We can tell them the truth then.”
She sighed and nodded. Her eyes looked heavy, like she would pass out soon. “Mr. Sexy,” she whispered.
“Yes, Livvie.”
“I…I want to say that I’m so happy we met. I’m so glad you saw me that day outside of the coffee shop.”
My heart was full of love for this amazing woman in my bed. I caressed her hair and said, “My Livvie, we were destined to be together. I’m so happy I found you.”
We kissed again, a gentle, soft, kiss full of love and promise for our future. I was happy but something was nagging at me. I couldn’t quite figure out what. She had drifted off to sleep when it hit me. The realization of the most important thing I could have forgotten. My stomach clenched and I gasped for breath as it washed over me. We had met before the curse allowed. In all of the confusion and drama of the night, it had somehow escaped my mind. Livvie was going to die.
About the Author
The White Aura is my debut novel. I live in Tennessee with my daughter and kitty. Since the age of twelve, writing has been my passion and I’m so excited to finally be sharing it with the world. I love to connect with readers, so please get in touch!
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Acknowledgments
First, I would like to thank my mom for all her support during the writing of this novel. She believed in me when I didn’t believe in myself and I’m so thankful for that. I’d like to thank my cover artist, Samantha Bagood. You are amazing girl! www.coverpub.com Big shout out to Chase, my editor, for dealing with all my repeats. All of the authors out there who motivated, encouraged, and supported me…it means the world to me and I hope I can be half as helpful to all of you! And finally, my friends who have been excited and supportive during my craziness. I love you all!
Table of Contents
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About the Author. 175
Acknowledgments. 176
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