Page 37 of The Soul Never Forgets

“Yes, this wonderful ability is mine and yours. I’ll never be able to replicate it with anyone else and neither will you.”

“It was unbelievable. I want to go there again. Pierce the veil of time. I need to know everything about Frank’s and Augustina’s lives.”

“You will. You’ll step into their world many times. But I don’t recommend doing it for three months straight. It makes for a mess in this lifetime.”

“Did you somehow get stuck?”

“I believe it became a choice for me at some point. I didn’t have you in this lifetime and I was miserable, but I was happy there because we were together. I didn’t want to leave you behind.”

“They were so in love.Wewere so in love when we were them. It was profound. And beautiful.”

“Yes.” And it will be profound and beautiful in this lifetime as well.

“I’ve never known a love like that before.”

“But you have. Their love is our love. You’re going to feel that way again in this life with me. I promise.”

He grins and soft laughter rumbles in his chest.

“What is it?”

“We made love all night and it was world-shattering good. Sex has never been like that for me.”

“There’s nothing in this world like the intimacy between soul mates.” Nothing compares to it.

“Do you believe it will be like that between us?”

“No, I think it’ll be even better.” I lace my fingers through his and he squeezes my hand. “It’s been a long time since we’ve made love. I’ve missed you.”

Dawsey leans over and grabs my face, pulling me toward him, his mouth covering mine and our tongues fall into a rhythmic wave. It’s a seductive swirl of soft, wet velvet. The rhythm of our kiss is not slow and smooth. It’s erratic.

I pull away from him, panting. “We have to stop.”

He stops and presses his forehead against mine. “My soul is calling out to yours. Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to resist you?”

“I’m the only person in the world who knows exactly how hard it is. In case you forgot, the drive to be intimate with you feels the same for me.”

He moves away from me on the couch, one hand resting over his crotch, the other over his eyes. “Wanting you and not being able to have you is an all-new kind of torment.”

“I’m sorry. This isn’t the way I want it to be between us. I’d much rather be naked beneath you in bed rather than sitting on the couch three feet apart.”

He groans. “I have an argument to make regarding our decision toabstain.”

“Let’s hear it.”

“I didn’t go out looking for someone to cheat with. You came into my life because we are soul mates who are fated to be together. It was out of our control so do you really think it’s fair to treat our relationship as adulterous when it is preordained and not a conscious decision made by either of us?”

“You make a fair point.” It’s true. Neither of us made a conscious decision to become adulterers. It was never our decision.

“You’re the one I’d pick every time if I was given a choice. But we weren’t given a choice. You and I were going to happen regardless of my engagement to someone else. It was only a matter of now or later. So here comes my next argument: resisting each other is the equivalent of fighting nature. It’s a losing battle. Aren’t we just making ourselves miserable in the meantime when it’s going to happen regardless?”

“Abstaining is painful. I won’t argue that.”

“Wanting you isn’t lustful or selfish or shameful. It’s as natural as the need to breathe. Sex is how I want and need to express my affection for you and deepen our connection. Being together is what we were built to do.”

“Everything you’re saying is true. I can’t argue with any of your points.”

“We’ve been kept apart for too long. We’ve already wasted so much time. Is it fair to continue denying ourselves?”

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