She wrapped her arms around him and lifted the both of them off the ground. The surroundings blurred, and a dizzy feeling came over him. Whoa. When he blinked, they stood in the middle of the common room.

He looked blankly around at the room. Same dumpy couch, battered tables in the corner along with the pool table. Holy shit. They were on the fifth floor. “I could be wrong, but we...”

“Flew up here? Yeah, we flew.” She stood before him and opened her wings. The feathers fluttered then stilled.

“How’d -- how did you do that?” He longed to touch the delicate white feathers and hear her sigh. Was that bad? He’d gone through some sort of weirdness with her, and all he wanted to do was caress the feathers to see if it turned her on. “I thought the wings were part of a costume.” He needed to shut up. The more he spoke, the sillier and hornier he felt.

The grin and blush faded from her cheeks. “Too much?” She turned away from him and folded the wings behind her back. If he had to guess, she barely stood five feet two.  The  harsh light from the fluorescent lamps made her look so delicate, desolate, and fragile. “Freaked you out, didn’t I?”

“A little.” Ty stepped to her side and touched her forearm. “But hey, I’m not mad or anything. I just don’t get it, but there’s lots I don’t get. Trig is still over my head.”

She tipped her head, framing her face with silvery blonde strands of her hair. If he didn’t know better, he’d have sworn she glowed. She opened her wings once again, casting a shadow on him. “Do you believe in things you can’t always see?”

“Like ghosts?” He shrugged. “Don’t know that I’ve seen a ghost, but I’d like to maybe, one day. Is that what you mean? You’re not a ghost, are you?”

“I’m not a ghost. I’m real.”

“Then sure, I’ve got an open mind.” There wasn’t much she could say that would totally knock his socks off -- unless she wasn’t interested. He’d worry about her interest in him later. “Shoot.”