They laughed into each other’s mouths as the kiss intensified. Ryan sent a thought to the lamp, flipping off the light. He focused on the bedroom window and it opened wider, sending a warm breeze into the frilly bedroom. Another tingle through his frontal lobe turned on the stereo, filling the room with soft music. He smiled at the romantic scene he had just created as he dropped down to give more attention to Amber’s breasts.
God, can’t he ever do stuff like a normal person?
Ryan’s head jerked up. “What did you say?”
“Nothing, baby.” She pulled his head back to her breasts.
He broke away and stared at her.
Ryan leaned back further. “You think I’m a freak or something?”
Amber’s eyes shot wide. She sat up on her elbows and shook her head. Her strawberry-blonde hair swished over her shoulder like fine threads of silk. “I don’t—I wouldn’t...”
He got up from the bed unsure what he was feeling, but certainly no longer in the mood for sex.
“Ryan, what are you doing? Come back to bed. My parents will be home in like, three hours.”
“Where are my clothes?”
“In the dryer…you’re leaving?”
He’d forgotten that he was soaked to the bone when he got there. He wriggled his toes into those emasculating flip-flops, thanking all things holy that her parents weren’t home to see him marching through their house stark naked. He didn’t know what disturbed him more, the fact that Amber didn’t like one of the most basic things about him, or that he had heard her think it. A lot of people without gifts hated those who had them, jealous really, but he never thought Amber would be one of them. Granted, he should’ve been suspicious when she went out of her way to tell him how much she loved his Telekinesis.