“The moon is believed to charge them, so I often like to hold them at night and meditate then. Apatite works well under your pillow.”
“At night?” My heart sinks, and I roll my neck. We’re going to have to wait until tonight.
Fuck.
“That’s what I would suggest. What is it that you’re trying?—”
“Did you find what you needed?” Everett asks, interrupting her question. “Drinks are ready, so I was going to pay.”
I nod. “Yep.” Cami helps us back to the register with the three stones.
Taking my paper cup, my free hand taps against my thigh as I watch Cami package each stone carefully and Everett pays for everything.
“Thank you,” I say as she hands me the bag.
“Of course. We’ll see you two soon,” Joe says.
Everett leads me from their shop and out the door.
“To the house?” he asks as the door closes behind us.
“She said we shouldn’t use them until tonight.”
“Tonight?”
“Yeah, something about putting the apatite under our pillow.”
“Okay.” He sips from his cup. “That’s okay.”
“I was just hoping we could be done already.”
“That makes sense though. We woke up here, so I’m sure we have to wake up in New York too.”
Sipping my drink, the brown sugar and oatmilk swirl across my tongue, putting me a little more at ease. “Since we have the day, would it be silly if I went and danced for a little while?”
“Not at all. I might actually go skate for a bit if you’re going to do that.”
I drum my fingers on the side of my cup. Just one more day. I can do this one more day.
“Why don’t we walk back to the house and get changed.”
I nod, and we begin to walk back down the street in silence.
“What if we made tonight a little special?” he asks after a few moments.
“What do you mean?”
“We can both do what we need to do to clear our minds, and then I can come meet you in a little while. Maybe we can grab some dinner at Stella’s tonight before we head back?”
“Ugh,” I groan. “Maybe we can do take out instead? I don’t know if I’ll have the energy for Ruth.”
“Sounds like a date.”
There’s an awkward pause, and then he reaches out and grabs my hand. He doesn’t let go, and I find myself not wanting him to. I’m finding his touch seems to ground me in a way nothing else does.
Chapter 27: Floating
Everett
