Chapter 25 The Blue Jay
As I finished plating everything for Myles, I realized that I hadn’t checked on the blue jays’ food and water.
I pushed a strand of my damp hair behind my ear, and made sure to be quiet as I climbed up to my bedroom. Av? had headed to bed almost two hours ago, and I wasn’t planning on putting a dent in his sleep, especially with Myles on the way.
I opened my bedroom door, grabbed the packet of wet wipes from my nightstand drawer, and made my way over to the window before sliding it open.
I grunted as ice-cold air hit me right in the face, and then flipped open the food box so that I could clean it.
A lone blue jay stirred as I put a hand inside the box, and chirped lazily when I began discarding the slightly snowy seeds into a small trash bag with the help of a couple wet wipes.
Once I’d replaced the food and water, I put the lid back on, threw the bag in the bin next to the window, and headed to the bathroom.
It was only when I pumped a dollop of hand wash into my palm that I realized my hands were shaking. Not from the cold, to be sure, but in time with the crazy beating of my heart, knowing that he was coming over to meet me. Knowing that I’d get to touch him in mere minutes.
God, the things Myles Reyes made me feel were extraordinarily irresistible. Dangerous, yes, but also madly addicting.
And damn if I didn’t burn for him like the ember did for the still-roaring flames.