Page 25 of Enchanted Kisses
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The Truth
“You can restore memories?” I asked, a little awestruck.
“I can do lots of things.” Caiden bounced his brows playfully and drew his knee up on the bed. “Will you trust me to show you?”
“Trusting you isn’t the issue.” I did trust him—my gut made that more than obvious. “I’m just not sure I want memories back that could be bad.”
“I understand, but in those memories are answers and proof.”
I’d never let fear hold me back before. Why should I now? “Okay. Do it.” I sat taller and raised my chin.
Caiden scooted until our knees touched and took both my hands in his.
Instantly, my palms turned clammy.
“You’re tense.” He jiggled my arms. “Relax.”
Relax while he’s holding my hands? Impossible.My heart thundered, and I couldn’t stop thinking about how he cupped my cheeks in the garage earlier and asked me for a kiss. I focused on his lips.
“Close your eyes,” he instructed.
No problem. I shut them at once. Slow prickles of static electricity pulsed at the tips of my fingers. It moved up my arms to my elbows, and then to my shoulders. It didn’t hurt, but it made me gasp.
Curious, I opened my eyes.
Caiden’s hands shimmered with gold. It was beautiful.
“I forgot what this felt like,” he whispered, his eyes closed. He moved our clasped hands to his lap and squeezed my fingers.
Ripples of peace, excitement, pleasure, and surrender coursed through my body with a slight tremor that was warm and thrilling at the same time. They weren’tmyemotions. It was as if he’d passedhisfeelings to me.
The overwhelming sensations magnified. My skin heated, and my breath sped. I struggled against the urge to climb onto his lap and was about to pull my hands free when his comment registered.
“Wait. What do you mean, ‘forgot what this felt like’?” I sounded breathless.How embarrassing. I cleared my throat, not that it helped. “I don’t remember feeling anything like this before.”
The tremor faded into a tickling sensation, similar to feathers sweeping over my skin. I sucked in a breath.Whoa!
“You wouldn’t remember. I couldn’t allow you to feel this. I’m sure you can imagine why.” He opened his eyes and gazed into mine.
I was shocked by his admission. “This is what you felt every time we touched in the past?” If so, how did he contain himself? I would have been fidgety, trying to resist my impulses. I’d also have a perma-grin because those sensations were like a form of ecstasy—not that I had personal experience in that department.
“I didn’t at first,” Caiden answered. “It wasn’t until I stopped blocking you and allowed myself to be open that I did. Does that make sense?”
“Sure,” I murmured. Another burst of those emotions spread to my fingers and toes. I gasped and shivered but composed myself quickly. My responses were getting embarrassing.
Caiden grinned, obviously enjoying my reactions. “Clear your mind of everything, then think of the last two days and tell me what you see.”
I closed my eyes and went back to when I was driving home from the nursery and received Caiden’s text. How could I have forgotten?
“I went to Olson’s to see you,” I said, the memories playing like a slide show in my head. “But a pale guy met me instead. He asked me about my eyes and my dad. He toyed with me and hurt me.” I shivered. “Then he told me to call your name. I did, and you heard me because you appeared. I blacked out after that and woke up in my car. You were driving me home.” That I hadn’t forgotten. “When we arrived, I sent you away because I was hurt and angry and confused. But I didn’t want you to leave…not really. Then the guy with milky skin,” a name flashed in my mind, “Daganshowed up at my house. He elevated me into the sky and then let me fall. Something loud sounded in the woods, and then a warm, golden light rescued me from falling.” I opened my eyes and stared at Caiden’s gilded shimmering skin. “Was that you?”
He answered with a smile. “What about the next day? Do you remember the woods?”
The woods!
“Yes.” I glanced down, recalling how terrified I’d been. “Dagan pushed me from the tree fort. He caught me, and when I tried to get away, walls of leaves enclosed me. I ran and a Burberry model guy caught me. I got away, then you were there and—” A fearful thought entered my mind. “Can Dagan make his skin gold? Can he make himself look like you?”
