Season's Change: Summer: A Goddess Legacy Companion Novel (Goddess Legacy 1.5)

by M. W. Muse

  I did, and he gently rubbed the lotion on my back and shoulders while I worked on my stomach. As Don rubbed the lotion down my sides to my hips, I flinched, and he stopped, not moving his hands from my hips. He stepped up against my back and put his lips to my ear.

  "What's wrong?"

  "Er, nothing." I shrugged and started rubbing the lotion on my stomach again. "Season?"

  "I'm, umm, I'm just ticklish." Even though he did accidentally tickle me, having him rub lotion on me was not an unpleasant experience, to say the least. It was easier for me to rub lotion on him because I didn't have to think about what I was doing, but it was impossible to ignore him rubbing it on me, especially when he grazed a ticklish spot.

  "Oh." He chuckled against my ear. "That's need-to-know information."

  I shifted my weight, trying to distract myself because I knew there were a lot of people around us. But as I did, I heard his breathing spike, which did not help me.

  I slid my hands from my stomach to on top of his at my sides and intertwined our fingers together. Then I pulled his hands around my stomach, so his arms were wrapped around me. Don leaned down and kissed my shoulder.

  "I taste like lotion," I warned. "You taste like heaven."

  My heart raced, and I knew that I needed to act quickly. I maneuvered out of his embrace and smoothed the lotion on my legs. After he did the same, I grabbed his hand and dragged him out by the pool, and then I dove in.

  By the time I swam to the shallow end, Don was already there. If he was stunning before, he was downright astonishing now. His wet hair looked darker, and his eyes were bluer than the water glistening on his hard body. I stared in awe, partly because of his beauty and partly because he stared at me with the same awed expression.

  "You beat me," I teased. "I cheated."

  He reached out and pulled me up to him. I put my arms around his neck, wrapping my legs around his waist. He put his hands on my back and looked up at me while I stared down at him.

  "See this isn't so bad," I said with a hint of a smile.

  Don laughed while he rubbed his hands up and down my back.

  "I'm glad to see you two finally in here," I heard Chloe say from behind me.

  He turned us to the side so that we both could see her and Zach. Don slid his hands down, thinking I was going to unwind myself. He was wrong. I squeezed my arms around his neck, and he put his hands back where they belonged.

  "We were busy." I figured I didn't need to go into the real reason why we hadn't been in the pool.

  Don let out a short laugh but didn't correct me.

  "We're going to leave soon; we have plans for tonight, and I need to get ready," Chloe said.

  "Oh, okay. Well, thanks for coming."

  Don slipped one hand off my back and reached over to shake Zach's hand. "Thanks for coming, man."

  "No problem," Zach said.

  All the guests were pretty much preoccupied with doing their own things. Don and I chatted with them periodically and were in and out of the pool the rest of the day. Each time we swam, I wound my legs around him, and he held me up. He was more relaxed with each swim that we took.

  By early evening, most of the guests had left, and Don and I cleaned up the mess.

  After we were finished and the last person left, Don put his arms around me. "Would you like to swim one more time before I take you home?"

  I liked this idea. "Sure."

  We walked outside and into the pool from the shallow end, and I dunked under the water to wet my hair. As I surfaced, I smoothed it back.

  "You are so beautiful," Don whispered as he stepped toward me. He said that a lot, and I liked that, not because he said it, but because he believed it.

  I reached up and put my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist like I'd been doing all day. Don gently walked us to the side of the pool and into slightly deeper water. When my back was up against one of the pool's walls, he slid his hands down to my waist. I twisted my fingers in his hair while I gazed down at him. I could tell from the intense look in his eyes that he wanted to kiss me, but at this angle, I knew

  he wouldn't be able to reach without me bringing my head down. I wasn't going to. If he wanted to kiss me, he'd have to figure out a way to make it happen.

  He did. He grasped my waist and pulled me down so that my face was at the same level as his. That quick move sent a shock through my system, and I gasped. His lips found mine, and we kissed for a while.

  After we kissed, Don moved us around the pool. He splashed water at me, being playful. Now that we were alone in the pool for the first time, I felt a little playful myself. But in a different way. I put my lips to his ear and kissed it gently.

  "I really like your shirt being off," I whispered into his ear and then kissed it again while I rubbed my hand down his chest.

  I felt him shiver and heard his breathing pick up. I wondered if it was me kissing his ear or rubbing his bare chest that stirred that reaction. It could have been a combination, but I wanted to see.

  I put my hand around his neck, but kept my lips at his ear.

  "Do you like having your shirt off in front of me?" I asked right in his ear, then slowly kissed his earlobe.

  He shivered again and put one of his hands in my hair, holding my head to his ear. He moaned and shifted his weight, breaking the water around us.

  "Yeah," he said, sounding strangled.

  The ear. Definitely the ear. I giggled, and my hot breath against his skin was too much for him to bear. He started kissing my neck, and my playfulness vanished.

  "Do I still taste like lotion?" I panted.

  "No," he murmured as he kissed up my neck and to my ear. "You still taste like heaven," he breathed into my ear before kissing me there.

  It felt so good that I wanted his lips back on mine. I weaved my fingers in his hair and pulled his face over, so I could kiss him again. He was more than willing.

  It seemed like my life was getting better and better. I knew I had problems dealing with the news of my mother at first, but now, I was getting used to it. Honestly, I didn't care about what was going to happen to me at eighteen.

  I felt like Don was my life, and I knew I wanted to spend the rest of it with him. No matter how short, or different, that life might be.

  Chapter 16

  The remainder of July went by way too fast. Whether we were going on dates or hanging out at one of our houses, Don and I spent every free moment we had together. And as summer progressed, the days just kept getting hotter and hotter, lack of rain causing burn bans all over the state.

  I was also dreaming every night. My dreams were always variations of the same nightmares. I either saw the tornado or knew it was coming, but I was never scared of it; the little girl in my dreams was always scared enough for the both of us. Either I saw the snakes or the three snake holes. Every now and then, I'd dream of the bright vivid sky with the confetti of lightning bolts falling like rain.

  Working became annoying because that was just less time I'd get to spend with Don. But I needed the money, so I went, grudgingly. Ms. Gorge stopped using excuses to keep Chrys from the store when I was there. Either she had accepted our friendship, or she was picking her battles more wisely. I figured it was the latter.

  Chrys and I talked all the time at work, but he properly kept his feelings in check. If his mom wasn't around, Tracy was, so we always had an audience. As time went on, however, I was beginning to feel guilty about keeping my friendship with Chrys a secret from Don. I felt like I needed to tell him everything I knew. Not only did I want to be honest with him, but I wanted him to know about me. I knew he was only human and wouldn't understand this mythical life I was part of, but I wanted to be with him for the rest of his life, so I needed him to know . . . to understand.

  I decided to tell him the night before he left to go to his dad's for the weekend, and we were alone at his mom's having dinner. If I told him now, that'd give him the weekend to deal, and I could get this out before I lo
st my nerve. If he got mad at me for getting

  information from Chrys and keeping it from him, no one would be around to hear him yelling.

  We ate out on one of his porches. It was hot, but breezy. Throughout the evening, I didn't talk much. I was going over my speech about Chrys and my mom and my dreams, trying to decide how best to start. I knew he wouldn't like any of this, and I hated thinking that he may be leaving the next day upset with me. By the time we finished eating, I couldn't stop obsessing about what I was going to say to him.

  I was so deep in thought that I barely noticed Don clearing the table. I stayed outside on the porch while he put the dishes in the kitchen. When he returned, he took the seat right next to me, brushed his hand across my forehead, and tucked my hair behind my ear.

  "What are you thinking about?" he asked softly.

  I wasn't ready for this! How in the world was I going to get this all out without him getting mad? I didn't want him to be upset with me, even though he had every right to be. Everything had been so perfect, and I was going to ruin it.

  I shook my head and my eyes moistened. I couldn't look at him. He saw the expression on my face and became alarmed. "Please, Season. Tell me what's wrong."

  He stroked my face between his hands and gently turned my head toward him. I looked at him, briefly, and then shut my eyes, so he couldn't see them. Tears fell down my cheeks.

  "Is this about me leaving? Don't worry. Please don't worry. My dad's not going to change my mind about school. You know I'm just going down there to help him unpack."

  He'd jumped to the wrong conclusion, but I understood why. The last time he went to see his dad, I was upset then, too.

  I shook my head without opening my eyes. "It's not that," I said, my voice thick with sadness.

  I heard Don's breath catch, and he dropped his hands. I opened my eyes at the sudden change in his demeanor. He seemed as if he were bracing himself for an impact, but his face appeared pained.

  I started crying and threw my hands up to cover my face. "I need . . . to talk to you . . . about something, and I—I don't know how to do it," I said through sobs.

  He sat there quietly while I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm myself. He wasn't talking or trying to console me, but I could clearly hear his fast breathing.

  I finally dropped my hands and looked at him. His mouth was open, eyes wide, face gravely pale, his body still braced for the impact.

  "What?" he asked, barely a whisper.

  "Please, please . . . don't be mad at me," I begged, shaking my head, watching his

  eyes.

  He just sat there, his expression unchanged. "I've been talking to Chrys . . . about my mom."

  Don's brow furrowed briefly, then his whole body relaxed and hunched over. He

  slowly put his hands on my wrists, moving his hands up my arms as if he were struggling to climb a mountain. He reached the tops of my shoulders, put his arms loosely around my neck, and leaned his head on my shoulder. It felt like he could barely hold himself up.

  "Oh," he breathed into my neck.

  That wasn't quite the response I was planning on. I sat there for a minute, waiting for Don's jagged breathing to return to normal.

  It didn't. But he found his strength again, and his loose arms tightened around me. One hand slid to my back to press me to him while the other twisted into my hair, clutching my head.

  I put my arms around him, but I wasn't sure what was going on.

  "Um, this wasn't a reaction I considered. I thought you were going to be furious with me."

  "I just need a minute."

  He was still obviously disturbed, but at least he was seeking solace in me, rather than screaming at me.

  "I thought you were breaking up with me," he whispered into my ear. My body tensed up, and I grabbed him tighter. "No. Never."

  I felt him nod his head; he couldn't talk.

  We held each other for a long while. Then he lifted his head and kissed me. This kiss felt urgent, and because I was already so emotional, more tears spilled over. I was upset for needlessly causing him this pain.

  "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to—"

  "Shhh." Don shook his head and crushed his lips to mine again.

  When we finished kissing, we held each other for several more minutes before he finally pulled away and stared at me. His eyes were a little red, like he'd been fighting tears. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, watching my wet, swollen eyes.

  "So you talked to Chrys about your mom?" Great. He felt better, but I still felt horrible. "Yes." I looked down.

  "You can tell me," he said sincerely. "I won't get mad."

  At least he wouldn't yell at me, not after thinking he was losing me. "Do you remember talking about the whole Greek Mythology thing?"

  "Yes, Chrys told you something about descending from the mythical gods." "Right. Well, he thinks I'm descended from them, too."

  Don's lips pursed. He nodded, but he didn't say anything.

  "We talked a lot about his family and mine. He explained to me how the godly lineages work, and had some ideas about mine. He didn't want to talk to me about his theories, but he did mention a goddess named Demeter after noting the similarity of Mom's name. I did some research on Greek Mythology and looked her up specifically. She's like Mother Nature, I guess, and there were stories about how she created and watched over the seasons."

  Don sighed and shook his head.

  "Besides the similarity with my first name, I also found out that Zeus was born in Crete, which is my last name, so I researched the offspring that Zeus and Demeter created. There was one named Persephone. Demeter hid her from several gods who wanted her, but then she was abducted by Hades and taken to the underworld. I confronted Chrys about what I'd learned, and he finally told me his theories."

  Don's expression hardened, but he stayed calm. "What did he say?"

  "Either Demeter created Dem who created me, or the original Demeter is my mother. He thinks I'm either actually Persephone or a likeness of her."

  "How is that even possible?"

  I explained to him how gods descend and create new gods, the importance of new gods with pure abilities, and everything I learned about gods and Greek Mythology, but he still looked perplexed. And a little irritated.

  "What aren't you telling me?" "Just don't get mad, please."

  Don looked at me calmly. "Season, I won't get mad at you, I promise."

  I took a deep breath and nodded. "Chrys said the night Melissa told me about my mom, she set all this into motion. That was the same night Chrys found out about a prophecy, and it's the same night you showed up at my birthday party."

  "Me?" Don looked confused.

  "Chrys said the three of us are bonded together through a prophecy. The prophecy was that I would end up with Chrys as long as you were alive. He thinks that's why you finally asked me out after being friends all these years . . . because Melissa triggered it the night of my birthday party."

  "That's absurd! Asking you out had nothing to do with a prophecy. He probably just likes you and wants to be with you."

  "He does like me and already feels attached to me. That's why he's told me all this. He said he wasn't supposed to, and he's fought with his mom over it. But he couldn't deny me anything, so he gave me what I wanted," I whispered.

  "I—I don't know what to say." He leaned back in his chair, putting his hands on his head.

  "I asked Chrys what his part was in this. He wasn't sure, but he thinks he was created out of the likeness of one of the gods that originally pursued Persephone before she was abducted. He's that god's attempt at a real chance with her . . . with me."

  Don shook his head. He probably couldn't trust himself to open his mouth without yelling.

  "Chrys said he thinks you're the link in the prophecy, since whether you live or die will determine if he and I will be together. His mom doesn't like me, so Chrys thinks she may come after you. Killing you would keep me from being with him. Plus it would
destroy me emotionally before she could destroy me physically. He wanted me to warn you . . . somehow."

  "Do you believe any of this?"

  "I believe parts of it. I think Chrys is trying to help me. He's the only one giving me any answers. When I asked Melissa about this, she didn't deny any of it. In fact, Demeter also had priestesses who were titled 'Melissa'. I came right out and asked her if that's what she was." I looked at Don. "You even mentioned it was odd that she didn't go out with my mom the night of her supposed death if they were such great friends."

  "What did Melissa say?" he asked cautiously.

  "She didn't confirm or deny anything. She tried to get me to tell her everything I knew because she was worried that someone may be tampering with my change. When she refused to tell me what she knew, I refused to tell her what I knew, so we haven't talked about it since."

  "So what parts do you believe, specifically?"

  "I think I am like Persephone. I think my mom left me here in Melissa's care to keep Hades, or his likeness, from coming after me, so I could have a better destiny than Persephone did. I think my dreams are trying to warn me or help me; I'm not sure which one yet. I think Ms. Gorge is going to try to kill me, and I think Chrys is in love with me," I whispered.

  Don's eyes turned sad. "How do you feel about Chrys?"

  "I think he's nice, and I consider him a friend." I looked down at the table. "I feel like I can talk to him without being judged, and I feel like I need to protect him from people who'd want to hurt him for being open with me." I looked back at Don, and he seemed confused. "I don't feel about him the way he feels about me. He knows how I feel about you, and it hurts him. But he knows I want to be with you, so he's okay with just being friends."

  "It doesn't work that way, Season," Don said gently. "If he feels only half as strongly as I do for you, I know he wouldn't stop until he found a way into your heart. I know this because that's what I'd do. That's what any man in that position would do."

  "I told him if he couldn't keep his feelings in line, then we couldn't even be friends. He couldn't stand the thought of not being friends, so he agreed. I think it was hard for him at first, but since I've been back from Florida, he's been doing pretty well. I think, for him, the prophecy doesn't necessarily mean now. I think he believes we'll be together someday, and until then he's okay staying friends."