It’s feckin’ floating, and I’m making it happen.
After mating with my beloved Nyx, it was pretty apparent that I’d gained some sort of control over my power that I’d never had before. I mean, floating while fucking was a pretty good indicator.
It’s been just over a day since that wonderful afternoon, and I’ve taken a little time to experiment outside. Just small things. Like, making a pen float a few feet off the ground. And now, this rock, about four inches in diameter, hovers high in the sky in front of my extended arm. My focus remains on this rock alone for the longest time, until I let out a huff of humorless laughter—and the rock flings across the property at lightning speed, disappearing from view.
Gaping, I breathe, “Holy shit.” Wonder how far it would have went if I sneezed.
An hour later, I’m in the corridor outside my dorm when Nyx’s musical voice calls out to me.
I turn, grinning, just as she leaps into my arms.
Calm overtakes me, and a kind of peace I’ve never known settles in my bones. “Hey, darlin’.” My words puff the hair at the top of her head.
“Hey,” she sings back, then looks up at me with those chocolate eyes. “I was thinking—and, you know, no need to answer right away, but—how would you feel about moving into my room with me?”
I blink down at her gorgeous face, lips parted in silence. How would I feel about it? Is she kidding?
“I mean, if you don’t want to, I totally understand,” she continues in a rush. “I know you may want your space—”
I dive in and capture her lips with mine, silencing her ramble, and getting a taste of my Omega lover at the same time. When I pull back, I grin down at her. “Let’s do it now.”
She blinks once, twice, then her brows shoot upward. “Really?”
I give an affirmative hum, peck her lips. “Really.” With one hand, I activate the biometric lock, open the door to my lonely room and lead the way inside. “I only have a couple things,” I say absently as I open the one drawer containing my clothing, scoop the articles under my arm along with my tablet, and a little surprise I’d hidden away, wrapped in one of my shirts. I then head for my bed, where I grab my pillows and Nyx’s shirt I’d buried beneath them.
Nyx steps forward with a bemused expression that makes her look utterly adorable, and grabs the pillows from my grasp. “Is that all?”
Pursing my lips, I swing my gaze about the room once again and nod when I see it’s empty.
“Come on,” she says then, leading me from the room and back into the corridor. When we reach her room—our room—excitement bubbles in my chest, and I can’t stop the wide smile that crosses my face.
As she puts her finger to the lock, she says, “We’ll have someone program you to the lock tomorrow, okay?”
“Fine by me.”
Once inside the place I’ve grown intimately familiar with, Nyx tosses my pillows on her bed, cocks a hip and rests her fist on it, looking about with a hum. Her focus lands on the nightstands on the far wall between the beds and the small desk between them.
She snaps her fingers. “Let’s move those,” she gestures to the furniture, “over here,” she gestures to the door, “then push the beds together in the center of the room.” Her smiling face turns back at me. “Then we can move the nightstands on either side, and pick a wall for the desk.”
With a chuckle, I toss my other belongings onto Nyx’s bed with my pillows, then we begin the rearrangement. When we finish, the two beds are pressed together, a nightstand on either side, and the desk is on the left side of the room, where opening the door won’t hit it, the chair pushed in neatly. We place our tablets side by side on top of the desk before I shove my clothing into the empty nightstand. Then we get to work arranging the pillows and linens on the bed.
Once we’re finished, I’m a little out of breath, sorry to admit. I guess I need to concentrate on more physical activities. But the two of us are giggling like children as we fling ourselves onto our backs atop the bed, looking up at the plain white ceiling.
“I’d always wanted to have a sleepover with friends when I was young,” I say. “Never had friends, though.”
Nyx turns over to rest her arm on my chest, her chin on top, and looks up at me. “You know what we should do?”
My head shakes, no.
She grins wildly. “Popcorn. And a movie.”
My eyes go wide. “How?”
“The restrictions were removed a while back, when the rebellion came in,” she explains. “So we have some new junk food, and access to the global net.”
“Brilliant,” I breathe on a smile. “Let’s do that tonight. But first…” I move to sit up and Nyx rolls off me. I pull open my nightstand and rummage through my clothes until I find the small package among them. “I have a bit of a surprise.”
My heart flutters furiously, a bit of sweat forms on my brow, and not from the physical exertion minutes ago. No, this is… entirely different.
