Out Of All The Things About Me

It's Not What You Are. It's What You Do.

I Always Needed That Extra Fantasy World. I Had To Have Another World I Could Be In At The Same Time.

I Stared Into Jared's Eyes, And The Strangest Thing Happened. All The Melting And Melding I Had Just Been Through Was Shoved Aside, Into The Smallest Part Of My Body, The Little Corner That I Took Up Physically. The Rest Of Me Yearned Toward Jared With The Same Desperate, Half-crazed Hunger I'd Felt Since The First Time I'd Seen Him Here. This Body Barely Belonged To Me Or To Melanie-it Belonged To Him.

So When He Touched Me, It Was Deeper And Slower Than The Wildfire, Like The Flow Of Molten Rock Far Beneath The Surface Of The Earth. Too Deep To Feel The Heat Of It, But It Moved Inexorably, Changing The Very Foundations Of The World With Its Advance.

He Didn't Ask What I Was Thinking, Which Was Out Of Character For Him. I Guessed That Meant That He Was Just As Nervous As I Suddenly Was.