Page 45 of The Spirit Key
Shit, why couldn’t I remember?
BY THEtime Mom and Ryan left, we were no closer to any answers. If anything, there were simply more questions.
“And you don’t know anything about this?”
Tim shook his head. “But….” He turned away. “I feel like I should. There’s this niggle in the back of my mind, and it says this sounds familiar, but I can’t pull up any details about it.”
“That’s how it is for me too. It’s right there, but I can’t reach it.”
He got up and moved toward the window. “We’re not going to get any closer by sitting here and stewing about it. I’m tired.”
So was I. Exhausted didn’t even begin to describe how I felt.
He came over and helped me up, then wrapped an arm around me. “Let’s go to bed.”
“No blowjob tonight?”
“Nah. I feel as though all the energy has been sucked from me already. Not sure I’m up for more sucking.”
He guided me to the bedroom, then stood in front of me and ran a gentle hand over my chest. It was sweet, really.
“I love your body. The way you get goose bumps when I touch you, the way you smell, and how you taste.”
A shiver ran through me as he slid my shirt off my shoulders and let it drop to the floor. He stripped off my pants, took them off over my shoes, then went down to his knees and removed those. His face was right in front of my crotch, and I wasn’t getting hard.
“You must be tired.”
“I am.”
He chuckled, leaned in, and kissed my flaccid cock. “Maybe tomorrow.”
“Maybe.”
He grinned up at me. “I was talking to your dick. Shut up and get in bed.”
I laughed as I got under the covers. He went to the other side of the bed and slid in beside me. He reached for my hand, and we entwined our fingers moments before I fell asleep.
“WHAT KINDof key?”
“A very important one.” She knelt in front of me. She smelled sweet, like vanilla.“A key can open many things, but your key works with a very special lock. When you grow up, you’ll need to be there for Tim, because without you, he could be hurt.”
“How?”
“Locks and keys are meant to be together always. No other key will fit the lock, and the lock can’t be opened by any other key.”
“I don’t get it.”
She leaned forward and brushed my hair out of my eyes. “You will when you’re older.”
“Mom says I’ll be nine soon. Is that old enough?”
“No, you’ll need to be much older than that.” She sighed. “I wish it could be easier for you, but there are lessons you have to learn on your own. I don’t know which way life will take you, but I am certain you’ll be ready to be Tim’s key when you’re older.”
“Tim is my best friend.”
She ran a hand over my cheek. Her touch was cold. “Oh, he’s so much more than that, sweetheart. Tim will need you more than anyone else in the world, and you’re going to need him. He protects you from yourself, and you’ll keep him from becoming overwhelmed.”
I giggled. “You talk funny.”
