Part 16
Ginger was tired of all her soulmate worries crap. With any luck, she and Sam wouldn't be here that long anyway. Sincerity, however, was smiling brightly when Ginger walked into her first class that morning. She saw no sign of Sam. He was supposed to be in the same class as her.
Kitty waved as she walked into the classroom and Ginger took the seat between her and Sincerity. Before they could talk the lesson started. Once or twice, she caught Sincerity glance fleetingly in her direction.
The sooner we talk we'll feel better Ginger thought.
The lesson, of course, dragged on painfully slow. After lying awake for most of the night, going over and over the situation, Ginger had decided to stop dancing around on the edge and confront Sincerity.
If they talked, then they might be able to move on. Finally, class ended. Ginger moved quickly, catching Sincerity's arm before she could go. She forced herself not to react to a wave of nausea that swam through her as she felt an electric jolt running through her as her bare skin touched Sincerity's. Sincerity met her gaze. She drew a deep breath and the skin to skin contact but she didn't run, nor did she look away. Ginger was impressed.
"We need to talk."
Sincerity nodded. "Yeah, we do."
Ginger let go of Sincerity's arm. "Preferably now."
Once again Sincerity nodded with surprising calmness. "We'll skip our next class. C'mon."
Ginger almost protested. What if Sam came looking for her? "Oh what the hell. Sure." She grabbed her book bag and followed Sincerity. Sincerity was leading her right out the school. Ginger frowned. "Where are we going?"
"Back to my place. We can talk there without being bothered," Sincerity answered.
"Won't people want to know where you are?" Ginger asked.
Sincerity shrugged. "I'll make something up."
They walked in silence to her house. Sincerity let them in, and Ginger followed her up two flights of elegant curving marble stairs to her room. Ginger felt small and out of place in the large rich girl's bedroom. She was used to the luxury of the Daybreak mansion in Vegas were she usually lived, but something about this place seemed kind of - cold. Maybe it was the pure white décor and black furniture. Not the type of thing she'd have thought would be Sincerity's taste. Ginger dropped her book bag on the floor by her feet. Sincerity closed the bedroom door.
There was something just not right about this scene. Sincerity was acting very calmly, almost too calmly, and very precisely. She reminded Ginger of a snake hiding in the grass just before it bites and poisons you.
Sincerity walked over to the bed and patted the space next to her. Ginger's mouth was dry as sandpaper, walking to the bed seemed to be taking centuries. What was Sincerity playing at? She sat down and waited. Sincerity turned to her - and the next thing Ginger knew Sincerity had pressed her lips on hers.
Completely taken by surprise, Ginger pulled away before the soulmate spark could take full effect.
"What?" Sincerity looked perplexed. "I thought you wanted to talk."
"Talk, not make out!" Ginger snapped.
Sincerity snorted. "I would hardly call that making out. What's the problem? We're soulmates, right?"
Ginger shrugged. "I guess. But I've - I've never done this with a girl before."
"So? Neither have I."
Ginger was amazed. She had been expecting to have to explain the whole soulmate thing and Night World, and then talk Sincerity into why it was good that they try to be together. She'd been thinking she'd have to have another round of arguments on whether or not they were going to do anything about their soulmate connection.
"How do you know what soulmates are?"
Sincerity shrugged. "I spoke to Marissa last night. She explained everything to do."
"Oh." Ginger felt a little better. At least Marissa had saved her the bother. Did Marissa tell Sincerity what her sister had been up to? Ginger decided to leave that subject unless Sincerity brought it up.
"So what type of Night Person are you?" Sincerity asked.
"A witch. I only found out two years ago," Ginger answered.
"So if I wanted to become a Night Person how does that work?" Sincerity had moved closer, and her fingers were running up and down Ginger's arm.
The touch of skin on skin was no longer as shocking as it had been, since they had both come to terms with the connection, now the touch sent a tantalising thrill of anticipation through Ginger. "You could be made into a vampire, or bitten by a shapeshifter, I guess," she answered, "but there are serious laws about that type of thing. You can't become a Night Person just because you want to be one."
Sincerity nodded thoughtfully. "I see. So if, say, something happened to me, like, I was attacked and dying - "
"Then most definitely, Circle Daybreak would save you." Ginger cut the thought off, not wanting to even think about things like that, after establishing there was a chance of a real relationship between her and Sincerity.
Sincerity smiled. "Okay. So...let's pick up where we left off."
This time when she moved in for the kiss, Ginger didn't pull away.
Ginger was tired of all her soulmate worries crap. With any luck, she and Sam wouldn't be here that long anyway. Sincerity, however, was smiling brightly when Ginger walked into her first class that morning. She saw no sign of Sam. He was supposed to be in the same class as her.
Kitty waved as she walked into the classroom and Ginger took the seat between her and Sincerity. Before they could talk the lesson started. Once or twice, she caught Sincerity glance fleetingly in her direction.
The sooner we talk we'll feel better Ginger thought.
The lesson, of course, dragged on painfully slow. After lying awake for most of the night, going over and over the situation, Ginger had decided to stop dancing around on the edge and confront Sincerity.
If they talked, then they might be able to move on. Finally, class ended. Ginger moved quickly, catching Sincerity's arm before she could go. She forced herself not to react to a wave of nausea that swam through her as she felt an electric jolt running through her as her bare skin touched Sincerity's. Sincerity met her gaze. She drew a deep breath and the skin to skin contact but she didn't run, nor did she look away. Ginger was impressed.
"We need to talk."
Sincerity nodded. "Yeah, we do."
Ginger let go of Sincerity's arm. "Preferably now."
Once again Sincerity nodded with surprising calmness. "We'll skip our next class. C'mon."
Ginger almost protested. What if Sam came looking for her? "Oh what the hell. Sure." She grabbed her book bag and followed Sincerity. Sincerity was leading her right out the school. Ginger frowned. "Where are we going?"
"Back to my place. We can talk there without being bothered," Sincerity answered.
"Won't people want to know where you are?" Ginger asked.
Sincerity shrugged. "I'll make something up."
They walked in silence to her house. Sincerity let them in, and Ginger followed her up two flights of elegant curving marble stairs to her room. Ginger felt small and out of place in the large rich girl's bedroom. She was used to the luxury of the Daybreak mansion in Vegas were she usually lived, but something about this place seemed kind of - cold. Maybe it was the pure white décor and black furniture. Not the type of thing she'd have thought would be Sincerity's taste. Ginger dropped her book bag on the floor by her feet. Sincerity closed the bedroom door.
There was something just not right about this scene. Sincerity was acting very calmly, almost too calmly, and very precisely. She reminded Ginger of a snake hiding in the grass just before it bites and poisons you.
Sincerity walked over to the bed and patted the space next to her. Ginger's mouth was dry as sandpaper, walking to the bed seemed to be taking centuries. What was Sincerity playing at? She sat down and waited. Sincerity turned to her - and the next thing Ginger knew Sincerity had pressed her lips on hers.
Completely taken by surprise, Ginger pulled away before the soulmate spark could take full effect.
"What?" Sincerity looked perplexed. "I thought you wanted to talk."
"Talk, not make out!" Ginger snapped.
Sincerity snorted. "I would hardly call that making out. What's the problem? We're soulmates, right?"
Ginger shrugged. "I guess. But I've - I've never done this with a girl before."
"So? Neither have I."
Ginger was amazed. She had been expecting to have to explain the whole soulmate thing and Night World, and then talk Sincerity into why it was good that they try to be together. She'd been thinking she'd have to have another round of arguments on whether or not they were going to do anything about their soulmate connection.
"How do you know what soulmates are?"
Sincerity shrugged. "I spoke to Marissa last night. She explained everything to do."
"Oh." Ginger felt a little better. At least Marissa had saved her the bother. Did Marissa tell Sincerity what her sister had been up to? Ginger decided to leave that subject unless Sincerity brought it up.
"So what type of Night Person are you?" Sincerity asked.
"A witch. I only found out two years ago," Ginger answered.
"So if I wanted to become a Night Person how does that work?" Sincerity had moved closer, and her fingers were running up and down Ginger's arm.
The touch of skin on skin was no longer as shocking as it had been, since they had both come to terms with the connection, now the touch sent a tantalising thrill of anticipation through Ginger. "You could be made into a vampire, or bitten by a shapeshifter, I guess," she answered, "but there are serious laws about that type of thing. You can't become a Night Person just because you want to be one."
Sincerity nodded thoughtfully. "I see. So if, say, something happened to me, like, I was attacked and dying - "
"Then most definitely, Circle Daybreak would save you." Ginger cut the thought off, not wanting to even think about things like that, after establishing there was a chance of a real relationship between her and Sincerity.
Sincerity smiled. "Okay. So...let's pick up where we left off."
This time when she moved in for the kiss, Ginger didn't pull away.