Lost Seraphine (The Seraphine Trilogy #2) Read Online Free

until you accept that your boyfriend can be a touch...” I try to find the right word.
    “Pig-headed?” she asks.
    I pull back to stare at her, playfully narrowing my eyes. “Seriously? Is that the right word, Gia Jones? Or are you just being nice again?”
    “Sometimes it’s the right one. No, wait, always. Doesn’t matter, though. There are many other words to describe you.”
    “Like...?” I can’t help asking; I am a guy. Our egos enjoy hearing these things from the girls we care about.
    “Sensitive. Caring. Brave. Strong.” She lifts up to her tiptoes and gives me a light kiss. It’s just enough to give me the shivers. “And sexy.” Smiling with her lips and those gorgeously strange eyes of hers that change colors along with her mood, she eases away from me and walks out the door. I will my feet to lock in place, even though they don’t really want to listen to me.
    You’re hopeless, my man. You might as well accept it.

Chapter Two
    Gia
     
    Wow! I think I have the hottest boyfriend in the world.
    I pretty much have to force myself to leave his room and head downstairs. Caleb doesn’t realize how smoldering he can be. The closer he gets to his eighteenth birthda y— the time when whatever thing brewing inside him will matur e— the more powerful his presence becomes.
    I’m not the only one who has seen this new thing inside him. The other girls at school all hang around our table at lunch when before they would simply pass by with barely a glance in our direction. None of that bothers me, though. Caleb and I have more pressing problems to handle than a bunch of silly, lovesick girls.
    I drift into the kitchen and sit down at the island in the middle of the room.
    “Is he up and getting ready?” Caleb’s mom asks.
    “Yes, Mrs. Wood,” I answer and tuck in my swollen bottom lip so I hide the evidence of what we’ve been doing. I don’t think I’m doing such a good job, though. She gives me a knowing smile and turns back to pouring pancake batter. The expression on her face as she carefully measures the way she pours, making sure each circle is the same size as the next one, reminds me of the way Caleb looks when he’s tackling a Trigonometry equation.
    At first glance, Alison Wood doesn’t look very much like her son at all with her blonde hair she always wears in a ponytai l— the tell-tale black roots hint at her true color thoug h— dark eyes and prominent cheekbones. I’m assuming Caleb gets his six-foot-plus height, thick, wavy dark hair and gray eyes from his dad.
    A few things he did get from his mom are an addictively positive attitude, a talent at mastering all things physical, a youthful appearance and a gorgeous smile to die for. Oh, I almost forgot. Both of them have a serious obsession with the color blue. Navy blue tees for Caleb and royal blue leotards for his mom. If I didn’t know any better, I would think they both came from Aquardia; my home, a place where blue rules everything. 
    I release a sigh and settle into my thoughts while I wait for Caleb to finish getting ready for school. The events he and I have experienced a few months ago haunt him and fill my thoughts. Erica is gone, for now, and her family has a valid excuse for her absence. I say bull. I don’t know why, but I have this feeling that what has happened to me affects her in some way, too. Her absence creates a way for her to readjust.
    I don’t have the heart to tell the boy I love about some of the crazy things I’ve been experiencing. I don’t really understand them myself. The first time I dreamed of my brother was pretty odd, but then the dreams became something else. Kind of like they started to develop a mind of their own. Either that or they’re stripping my sanity away bit by bit.
    My brother’s image, or what looks a lot like him anyway, began showing up outside my dreams, torturing me with reminders of a past I cannot change. I can’t tell Caleb about them just yet. He already holds