Torn

“Alex?” Devin asked in almost a whisper. He turned to face her at last. “Tell me what you think is going on. Look at me and look inside and tell me what your spirit feels.” It was a peculiar question, but Alex understood what Devin meant. Alex stared into Devin’s big brown eyes. She saw kindness there. She had seen the same kindness somewhere else. But where? Devin reached up and stroked his thumb across her cheek and twined his fingers around the back of her neck. When Devin touched Alex she forgot everything else. All she could think about was getting closer to him. Devin rose to his feet, and gently rolled Alex over onto her back, his hand still around her the back of her neck. He came up on the bed next to her. He leaned closer to her. She could feel his breath on her face and smell that wonderful smell that only belonged to him. She drew in a deep breath to savor that smell. “Alex?” Devin whispered along her chin. “What do you want? What do you feel?”