Bella
Thyme pushed me roughly, causing me to scrape my arm against a tree. The wound bled more than it should have, but I was not concerned with it. I looked at Thyme curiousy, resisting my urge to read his mind. Instead, I took little tidbits out of it. Once I had some idea of what he was thinking, I leaned up and kissed him lightly on the neck from behind (almost as if I were just a ghost).
"If you want to talk, I am here," I murmured in his ear before turning and leaning against the tree, closing my eyes.
