Interesting question.
“I s’pose.” Not something I like to think about.
She’s led us to what looks like the green on a golf course. But no flags. No holes. She drops onto the ground and puts herself into a cross-legged sitting position, then pats a spot in front of her. “Lay down,” she orders.
I decide to play. I remove my hat and get comfortable. The grass is soft. I close my eyes against the sun.
“A lot of people don’t realize how important it is for their physical bodies to make direct contact with the earth.”
I chuckle at this. Before I realize what she’s doing, she’s crawled around to my feet and is removing my boots. “I’m serious. Take your shirt off.” She’s got a hold of my socks now.
What else is there to do? I reach behind me, grab my shirt by the shoulders, and pull it up and over my head.
“Now lie down again. Bend your knees so your feet touch the ground.” I’ve been on hundreds of greens but never like this. The grass is amazingly soft. My eyes are closed but I feel her crawling around on the ground beside me again. My lips part when her fingers begin threading through my hair. “I haven’t done this for a while, but it’s the best feeling in the world.” I’m seduced by her voice as nimble fingers caress my scalp.
This is good.
Her touching me.
“Did you realize you absorb energy, vitamins even, from the ground?” Her fingers swirl around my hair. Along my eyebrows, over my eyelids. She’s tracing my lips, massaging my jaw.
I’ve had massages before. Tens of them. Hundreds. They’ve never made me feel like this before. I’m sinking into the grass. All the while she’s talking about the sun. The plants. Our connection with other living things. My own little pregnant hippie.
The sun feels warm on my chest. A breeze blows through the aspen trees. Charlie’s hands smell sweet, clean.
“Breathe deep.” One of her hands drifts to my abdomen. “Bring your air all the way down here.” Her hand can go lower if she wants. But I’m too relaxed to tell her. Not like me at all.
I’m drifting off. I can’t fight this.
CHAPTER FOUR
Charlie
Ikeep massagingColt even though I know he’s fallen asleep. Even though my back is sore. He’s utterly empty.
Nothing blocks me from feeling it.
I don’t go around talking about it. Some people would freak out. But that doesn’t mean I can ignore the fact that I’m an empath. Or that I’d ever want to.
It’s not magic. It’s not witchcraft or anything. It’s more like a sixth sense. My grandma had it. My mom does. You just have feelings and they aren’t yours. They belong to the person you’re channeling.
When he opened the door of his cabin, loneliness hit me like a ton of bricks. I didn’t feel it at our initial meeting. I’d been too busy trying to subdue my raging hormones.
The loneliness made him anxious. If I hadn’t shown up right then, he would have left. Driven away, not caring about his contracts, his managers. He’s been moving for so long that he doesn’t know how to stop. To be.
So, I opted to bring him here instead of the weight room.
He’ll need the weight room, yes. But he needs this more.
I watch his beautiful chest rise and fall. One tattoo decorates this magnificent man– that I can see. It wraps around his shoulder. Flames, dragons, a snake. I trace it with my fingertip. Even so, my eyes can’t keep from adoring the perfect V trail into his jeans. His abs are glorious.
I used to have abs.
A strong breeze stirs the tops of the trees nearby. When I inhale, I breathe in the scent of pine and sage and grass.
This is one of my favorite places in the entire world. Right here.
It’s special.
