The First book of the Balancing Acts series for Genesis 2020: So A Psychic and a Rocket Scientist Walk Into a Bar
Sergei looked at her intently. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No.” Clair said quickly and with confidence. “Not at all.” For no other reason except the compulsion to do so Clair leaned up, placing her hand on his shoulder and softly kissed his cheek. “Thank you, really.” She met his eyes as she said it and felt his shoulder tremble beneath her fingers.
He stared into her eyes for countless seconds, he pulled closer for a moment and held. He pulled closer still and held. Clair could feel his breath on her lips, the heat of his skin under her fingertips and wafting from his body to hers due to close proximity. Her lips parted and his eyes darted to them. For a few more moments they held this way. So close both feeling the urge to close the space between them and see what happens. Then Sergei pulled back.
Clair realized that she had been holding her breath. She hadn’t expected him to kiss her, but she realized that she would not have been opposed to it either. And that thought within itself startled her. She hadn’t been this close to a man in over a year. And even then, near the end she and Johnny hadn’t been the most loving of couples. They had virtually stopped having sex a few months before his big move. Conversation between them had been nearly nonexistent and there had been very little consideration for each other. Well, there had been very little consideration from Johnny towards Clair.
“So you ready?” Sergei asked as he placed more space between the two of them.
She looked at this man who had placed himself before her and she considered him. Truly considered him for the first time since their very awkward meeting. Was she actually ready to move on? The world around her had nearly aligned to make this meeting possible. With her schedule and her career it was a nearly impossible instance to actually meet someone outside of her immediate circle of close friends and relatives. For whatever reason Dorrie had been in rare form, so had this man, and so had she for that matter and this is what has come of it all. Her mother would have an earful about what is all meant.
Clair’s mother, Janeene was an interesting creature. She believed in God, in Fate, in Destiny and the Grand Design. But she believed it was more like slots in space, not truly mapped out for one person over another. The people that we are determine who we will become. And the choices we make determine the people we are. Pulling all of that together is her craft as she melds herbal healing, superstition and prayer to aid people on their journey as she refers to it as. One of the things her mother always prescribed to was the thought that the Universe tested people to determine what they were ready for. People find it very easy to fall into habits and accept fallacies as fact instead of coping with the inevitability of change and accepting their new role in the weft of the Universe. She says bad luck is the side car to rejecting change. Good luck, the rewards of the Universe for following the path that your choices have decided you are suited for. All her life, Clair had run from something. Whether it be her gift, men, or herself. She had been in a race to be anything accept for what she was always meant to be. And here before her was a test of varying degrees. With this man she had her first psychic episode involving his death. With this man she did have a disturbing unnamed attraction she had never felt with Johnny. The connection was stronger and deeper, perhaps because of her episode, she really didn’t know. It was just there. All of the stars were aligning for this and here she was with him to go out on a date.
She had a choice to make, she could reject him out of fear of hurt and rejection, in essence keep running. Or she could finally let her fear subside and jump in without thought and trust the Universe. Was she really ready for what the Universe was trying to gift her with? The question practically echoed in her mind.
“I think I am.” She said out loud.
Sergei smiled, which was devastating to her senses. “Alright, let’s go.”
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