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door, I nervously paced the floor clean watching and keeping one eye on her the entire time.  I ran a hand through the mess of hair that almost reached into my eyes when I yanked on it too much stressing about Grace. 
    Grace raised her hand and threw Coach into a trance.  My silent curse went unnoticed by most. Coach, who was really the winter court’s king in disguise to spy on Grace, would see again how her powers have increased. He felt the need to see for himself who and what was becoming of the anomaly, one of a kind, Grace that had yet to know anything about where she came from. Being from the summer court and opposition didn’t help my status in that room, so lately I’d avoided even going in there leaving Pike alone while I surveyed from outside.  And the dude wasn’t even a real coach.  Trivial details meant nothing, but at the time I was annoyed with the clock.  If Grace knew who she was really dealing with in that room, she’d use some of that power more often.  But then again, she didn’t know she was using any powers at all!
    “Coach Stanton, can I use the restroom?” she asked him.  He was out of her trance now and angry, but hid it from her.  He hated that she could already do things and it caught him off guard.  It’s the only way she penetrated through him.  He could cause so much damage knowing what she’d just done.
    “Well, yes Grace, but do hurry, class is just about to end.  Be quick!” he said just as the real coach would have making me sick.  The real Coach Stanton had a habit of replicating everything he said and therefore he had to mimic him.  He turned his face down to grade papers.  Only five minutes with Grace before the bell!  No, five whole minutes alone with Grace before the bell rings reality back at me.
    The moron whistler from both of her early classes sounded off as she walked down the row and turned towards the door and me .  He was looking her over and fantasizing very inappropriately about what should be mine alone to think about.   
    “What are you doing?  And how did you get out here?” Her kitten eyes tried to glare at me, but I knew she wasn’t really angry, only missing me.  My nerves kicked in high gear at the thought of not being able to touch her again. 
    I sensed Kinsler close and darted my eyes in every direction for his entry. His father would always allow his escape.  When I turned back to her, her intended anger was gone and checking me out from top to bottom.  No holds barred.  She was noting what I had on.  Didn’t I wear the same thing all the time lately?  How could she be so fascinated each time?  As fascinated as I was picturing her the same?  I listened to her mind wheel around hearing myself described by how she saw me. How she thought I was so perfect was sad really.  I was far from it.  Her mouth dropped open, watching me and she closed her brilliantly green eyes and silently asked me why I was doing this to her, well whatever it was she thought I was doing.  Her heart sped up.
    When she opened them, I realized simultaneously that Kinsler was closer and I hid around the corner in an alcove near the classroom.  I slid my smile open knowing she’d follow.   
    “You wanted to be saved, right!” I said quietly hoping to avoid Kinsler altogether.  I grabbed her slender arm and pulled her too close ramming her up against me.  For a brief second the world was gone and only the two of us existed.  When her breath hitched at our closeness, I almost gave in then. Her body went rigid and then the tiny shivers that always ran up and down her when I touched her affected more than they ever had.  I needed her close, but I needed her far away at the second before I... 
    She stared at my chin.  Lips.  Hell, if she looked me in the eye...
    I felt the desire run through me and closed my eyes quick enough in hopes to taper it down a notch.  She could feel it somehow and that scared the hell out me and excited me all at