I feel him walk up behind me. I always get a tingly feeling when he’s around, I don’t even have to see him. The music and lights start fading, and when I turn around, all I see is him. I hate this. I’ve never talked to him, I’ve never touched him, and I don’t want to. I don’t understand him. I can’t read his mind, he doesn’t have an aura. I don’t know what I am, or how I got this way, but the only people like him that I see, are already dead. I turn around. Isaiah. Why would he be here? I didn’t think senior high school parties were his thing. I don’t know much about him, but some things are obvious. There are some things that are obvious even in the most secretive people. I turn around. Ankara escort He’s closer than I thought. “Blaze.” “Isaiah.” His name almost burns as it leaves my lips. “I didn’t realize you knew my name,” He breathes. “You never talk to me.” “Yeah well…” I don’t have a legit excuse, so I let my voice trail off. “I make you nervous. Scared even.” He says it so calmly. I open my mouth to tell him It’s not true, but it is. I don’t understand him. He can’t be dead, if he was, only I would see him. I turn away from him. “No, that’s not it. It’s just.” My voice trails off again. I can’t tell him why what he said is true. He’d think I was a freak. “It’s just what?” Ankara escort bayan I didn’t hear him move up behind me, but he’s there. I can feel his breath on my neck. He takes my hand, slowly, so I have time to pull away if I want. I don’t. He leads me through the crowd of dancing people and to a staircase. He leads me up the staircase and down several hallways, twists, and turns. We go into a pretty-much hidden room. “What are you doing?” I finally ask him a question I should’ve asked a long time ago. He closes the door and then stands in front of me. I can see his chest rising and falling as he breathes in slowly, relaxed. That’s when I realize, Escort Ankara when he touched my hand, I didn’t’t see anything. I didn’t see his past, or what he was thinking. Normally I avoid physical contact, I see too much about the person. I always see something. Isaiah is like a blank page in a book. I’m not sure if I like it, or hate it. “I’m giving you a chance to get to know me.” He comes closer to me, burying his face in my hair. He slowly kisses my neck, running his soft, smooth lips against my skin. He runs his lips against my jaw line. I let a small moan escape my throat. I didn’t realize how much I was getting into this. Then I’m suddenly self aware. I’m slowly getting wet, I’m fighting not to moan, and my fingers are itching to find their way under his shirt. “Stop fighting your feelings.” He whispers it, like it’s a deep, dark secret. “Kiss me.” I take a step back when he says it. “Kiss me.” Another step back. The next step I take presses me against the end of the bed.