Comfy bed. I smile as she rolls onto her back and looks at me, waiting for me to pet her stomach. I move over onto my stomach and start petting her.
“Things have gotten crazy around here,” I start to explain to her.
I know. Kyril nice.
That actually makes me laugh. Olive has taken a liking to Kyril, and he doesn’t seem to mind spending time with her. It’s quite adorable actually.
“And he’s cute.” I smile at her. Her only response is to start purring. “I’m sorry,” I whisper after a few seconds. “I’m glad that everyone has been so nice to you.”
It okay. She rolls over and walks over to me. Rubbing against my arm, she tells me that she understands.
“I feel really bad. I haven’t gotten to spend much time with you. I’ve been so wrapped up in everything that’s going on that I’ve neglected you. I really am sorry.”
Don’t apologize. She sits down in front of me and stares at me with her big blue eyes.
“Hey Olive,” Colton says as he walks out of the bathroom, fully dressed, and running a towel through his hair. Hanging the towel on the metal rack on the door, he plops down on the bed beside me and reaches over to pet Olive. “How are my two favorite girls this morning?”
Olive loves Colton. When I first told her Colton’s name, Olive told me he was cute and instantly liked him. Closing her eyes, Olive leans slightly forward, without moving from her spot, and starts purring as he pets her.
“She’s definitely good,” I answer for her. With a low chuckle, Colton leans back and gives me a quick kiss on the temple, but doesn’t get up like I thought he was going to. Instead, he wraps his arm around my waist and scoots me closer to him.
Aww, why’d he stop? Olive whines as I roll onto my back and look up at Colton.
“She doesn’t like that you stopped petting her,” I tell Colton who glances away from me to Olive again.
“I’m sorry, Olive,” he tells her, “but I can’t give you too much love at once. You’ll never come back to me.” He shoots her a lazy smile and winks. If cats could blush, Olive totally would be right now. Slightly shaking, she lowers herself onto her stomach, rests her head on her paws, and looks away from Colton. I can’t help but giggle as I hear Olive’s thoughts.
No such thing as too much love. I glance up at Colton. Always come back. Those would be my exact thoughts if he was giving me that smile too. Colton’s eyes move down to me and like Olive, I divert my gaze. Hearing his laugh, I know he caught me staring at him.
“What’d she say?” he whispers to me. That gives me an idea.
“Let me see your hands.” I push myself up and turn my back to him. Colton wraps his arms around my back and places his hands on top of mine without even questioning what I am about to do. “Olive, think random things,” I tell her.
Olive starts imaging a large scratching post. I make a mental note to get her one of those sometime in the future—when everything settles down. Concentrating on my magic, I gather up strands and push them down my arms and imagine the magic flowing through my hands and into Colton’s where it moves up his arms and settles in his mind. I can feel the magic moving through and obeying me. The vibrating strands linger in my hands. Tightening my grip on Colton, I wait for his reaction. I know he’ll react when the magic enters him. When nothing happens, I continue pushing.
This may or may not work, but experimenting is the only way I’ll ever know.
Magic leave me. On command, my magic pushes out of my hands and enters Colton’s palms. Behind me, he jumps and lets out a shaky breath as the magic slides into him. He squeezes my hands, but not tight enough to hurt me. He completely trusts me even when I experiment with my magic on him.
Olive is still thinking about scratching posts, but the visual is getting blurry as she watches us. She knows that something is happening.
He okay?
“Oh my gosh,” Colton gasps in my ear and he leans forward. “I heard that.”
He hear me?
“Yes, I can hear you. Why can I hear you?” he asks. “Why can I hear her, Ryanne?” As I keep moving magic between our hands, I lean back against his chest and smile up at him. His eyes keep moving between Olive and me, slightly surprised.
“I’m sharing my magic with you,” I tell him. “I created a bridge between us and now you can understand Olive. Essentially, we’re sharing my magic right now.”
“That’s amazing.” His breath brushes against my neck and he watches Olive. He doesn’t say anything though; he just stares at her.
What? I can see Olive is slightly uncomfortable with the attention he’s giving her.