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at the same time feeling overwhelmingly attracted to you . . . to something inside you. Since that first morning on the beach. Even though I knew who—what—you were, I couldn’t stop feeling this way. I just—” His cheeks turn redder. “My powers responded to my emotions and—” “Sent me tumbling face-first into the dirt?” I say, joking. “Yeah, I remember that part.” “I’m sorry,” he says, squeezing my hand tighter. “I wish I could go back and—” “So you’re saying even you can’t fully control your powers?” With his free hand, he rubs his palm against the knee of his jeans. “It takes a lifetime to have complete control. We all have to work at it.” Looking up at me from beneath his lids, he adds, “The teachers at the Academy can help you learn control faster than you ever could on your own.” Is he right? Would it be better if I stayed on Serfopoula through next year and learned how to use—I mean control my powers? “Who knows what havoc you might wreak on the poor, unsuspecting citizens of Los Angeles?” He leans over and nudges me with his shoulder. “You’d be endangering the safety of millions of people.” “Really?” I ask with feigned awe. “Am I that powerful?” He looks like he wants to lie, but thinks better of it—and a good thing, too, because I’ve had enough lies and half-truths to last me a lifetime. “No,” he admits. “Probably not. But you could level a house or two.” “Well, then. For the safety of Los Angeles,” I say in mock sever- 260
ity, leaning into his shoulder, “I should learn to control my powers before I return.” “So you’re staying?” he asks, his voice full of anticipation. “Through Level 13?” “Maybe . . .” I hedge. “If you’ll teach me one trick.” “Anything.” “Teach me how to turn water green.” He frowns at me. “What have you got planned?” “Nothing,” I promise innocently. “I just want to help my mom with her wedding color scheme.” “All right,” he says, laying back and pulling me down next to him. “I’ll teach you on one condition.” Smiling, I nudge closer until my mouth is inches from his. “What’s that?” “You never . . .” He leans forward to peck a kiss on my cheek. “. . . ever . . .” On my other cheek. “. . . use that trick . . .” On the tip of my nose. “. . . on me.” Instead of answering, I kiss him. I wonder if he realizes that no answer means no promise. Then he reaches up and cradles my cheek in his hand and I stop wondering anything. I’m kissing a boy with godly powers and movie-star-worthy looks. I’m part god myself. I’m surrounded by the turquoise Aegean, and stretched out on the pristine beach of Serfopoula, a tiny island I’m suddenly glad no one has ever even heard of. 261
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ity, leaning into his shoulder, “I should learn to control my powers<br />
before I return.”<br />
“So you’re staying?” he asks, his voice full of anticipation.<br />
“Through Level 13?”<br />
“Maybe . . .” I hedge. “If you’ll teach me one trick.”<br />
“Anything.”<br />
“Teach me how to turn water green.”<br />
He frowns at me. “What have you got planned?”<br />
“Nothing,” I promise innocently. “I just want to help my mom<br />
with her wedding color scheme.”<br />
“All right,” he says, laying back and pulling me down next to<br />
him. “I’ll teach you on one condition.”<br />
Smiling, I nudge closer until my mouth is inches from his.<br />
“What’s that?”<br />
“You never . . .” He leans forward to peck a kiss on my cheek. “. . .<br />
ever . . .” On my other cheek. “. . . use that trick . . .” On the tip of my<br />
nose. “. . . on me.”<br />
Instead of answering, I kiss him.<br />
I wonder if he realizes that no answer means no promise. Then<br />
he reaches up and cradles my cheek in his hand and I stop wondering<br />
anything.<br />
I’m kissing a boy with godly powers and movie-star-worthy looks.<br />
I’m part god myself. I’m surrounded by the turquoise Aegean, and<br />
stretched out on the pristine beach of Serfopoula, a tiny island I’m<br />
suddenly glad no one has ever even heard of.<br />
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