My Silver Mate

Dylan

[Samara]

I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the man who stood in the middle of our living room. He was tall. Taller than anyone I had ever met – wait, no, that wasn’t true. He was just as tall as Evan. His skin was tanned, and I could tell that he was muscular, which made him seem rather intimidating. But it wasn’t his body or his build that held me captive. No, it was his face. He had a strong jaw and thin lips that shone slightly as he ran his tongue across them. His straight nose simply complimented his face and the shadow of a beard added to his attractiveness. His pitch-black hair looked thick and wavy, as well as his eyebrows, but it was his eyes that made me gulp. A stunning shade of green and it was as if he truly saw me.

“Meet Dylan,” Heather said, and it was then that I realized Wesley had already let me go and stepped aside. “Dylan, this is Samara,” I had a strange sense that Dylan was something else. Something that I couldn’t explain.

“Hi,” he said, and I was tempted to roll my eyes because even his voice sounded dreamy. Deep and throaty in a way that was entirely too sexy. I gulped once again and, instead of being normal and talking to him or to acknowledge his existence, I turned around and left the living room.

“Sam?” I heard Heather call out, but I ignored her as I hurried to my bedroom. Once inside, I stripped out of the clothing Evan had given me and entered my bathroom. Everything was exactly the way I had left it but none of that mattered as I climbed into the shower and turned on the water. It felt as though my body was on fire. I felt heated and, for some strange reason, I felt extremely turned on. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but it made me feel uncomfortable. I scrubbed my body with my favorite shower gel, and I took my time washing my hair. I blocked out all the noise in my head as I enjoyed the soothing water that cascaded over my tired body. By the time I had finished, and I had dressed in my favorite pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, I was ready to meet Dylan. I crept out of my room, and I could hear them talking in the living room.

“Or I could make her favorite,” Wesley said, and I smiled. I would love that.

“What is her favorite?” Dylan asked and I paused.

“Chicken quesadilla,” Heather announced, and my mouth started to water. While the food at the pack hospital had been great, I would enjoy chicken quesadilla over anything else.

“Well, that sounds great,” Dylan remarked. “Anything I could help with?”

“Nah,” Wesley said, and I heard him get up. “I just need to run to the store really quick,”

“I could come with,” Dylan offered, and I frowned. “I mean, clearly her seeing me was a bit of a shock…she may just need a minute to…get used to um…me being here…” he sounded unsure of himself, and it seemed odd. But he wasn’t wrong. I would appreciate a moment to get used to his scent.

“Sure, come on then,” Wesley said. I heard him kiss Heather and then they left. I waited until I heard the car before I entered the living room.

“There you are!” Heather exclaimed when she spotted me. “What happened?”

“Ok, why didn’t you mention that Dylan is insanely good-looking?” I asked as I flopped down next to her on the couch.

“I mean, he is all right,” she said, but the smile on her face made me wary. “You think he is insanely good-looking?”

“Ah…” I looked away from her as I tried to think of a topic, I could change the conversation to. However, Heather wasn’t going to have any of that.

“Oh no you don’t. You are not going to change the subject. You think he is hot and that is why you ran away?”

“I mean…do we have to talk about it?” I asked hopefully, but I knew Heather and she wasn’t going to drop it.

“Yup,”

“Ugh…fine. Yes, I admit that I think he's hot,”

“Nah ah…you think he is insanely good-looking,” she corrected, and I blushed.

“Well, I think it’s a little more than that,” I admitted softly, and the teasing glint in her eyes faded.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean…have you ever…or do you…shit, Heather…I feel like we have a connection,” I said truthfully. I wasn’t entirely sure how to explain it, but I felt something special about Dylan and I didn’t even know the guy!

“Like a spark?” she asked, and I could tell that she was taking me seriously and that helped me to relax.

“Yeah, but like…more than a spark…like I felt…” my voice trailed off because I just didn’t know how to explain it. “Like we are soul mates,” I then blurted out. I wasn’t even sure why I did, but it felt right the moment I said it. I felt like a part of myself agreed and rejoiced in that realization.

“Soul mates? Well, I mean, you just met the guy…but you know how I felt about Wesley when he and I first met,” she said, but I frowned. I did remember and I was suddenly confused.

“Heather…? You hated Wesley,” I reminded her, and it was her turn to frown.

“No, I didn’t,” she argued, and I chuckled as I shook my head.

“You hated him. In fact, you told him to stop trying to hit on you,”

“Oh…that was him?” she seemed confused and this time I just laughed.

“Well, it was five years ago, so…I don’t blame you for not remembering,”

“s**t, we’ve been together that long?”

“He wore you down and eventually you said yes when he asked you out…it took a long time for you to develop feelings…remember?” I hated to remind her of that part of their relationship, and she didn’t look too happy to remember it either. Whoops.