BOOK TWO - promised series
Catherine's search for answers take a new turn as she fights her way through unknown territory. On the run, new hurdles are thrown her way that she needs to face.
When her unique gift to manipulate emotions goes haywire...
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Reagan's golden eyes bore into mine like he was trying to see everything that they hid. With the gaze he held, an automatic tension buzzed between us like soft vibrations in the air that passed from him, directly over to me. It was different from the previous vibrations. As they hummed through my body, my muscles softened and so did my soul. Everything felt fuzzy and soon the calmness of that feeling turned into a heated nervousness that made my knees buckle. Falling slightly forward, Reagan's strong hands wrapped around both my upper-arms and steadied me. His eyes still didn't leave mine.
It was then that my heart beat pounded so loud that it rang in my ears. Had it been so furiously slamming against my chest before?
"Stop letting your thoughts rule your entire being. Some things can only be done properly if you just listen to what your gut tells you. Your thoughts can be distracting and misleading because you start to overthink. Your gut doesn't overthink because it doesn't think at all, it makes you feel. If something feels wrong, you don't do it. But if it feels right, then you should take that leap and dive in."
Reagan's words were a song, and his voice was the soothing melody that touched my soul and mind. My head was free of my taunting thoughts and at the same time my body seemed to listen to the emptiness that spread—an emptiness that I welcomed. I favored the feeling of having a clear mind, rid of the doubts that were planted there like seeds waiting to be watered. Reagan had ripped them out.
Now all I could do was hope that they wouldn't grow back... That they would stay away.
"Leiirin..." Reagan started, drawing out the word and taking a deep breath. I detected a tiny hint of nervousness that wasn't coming from me.
"I want you to know that whatever it is that keeps holding you back... If it's what your gut tells you, then I understand—"
And because my brain was turned off, there was no thought that passed through my mind. No decision that had been made, thought through, examined or analyzed.
I did exactly what Reagan told me to.
Leaning towards him, I closed my eyes, stood on the tips of my toes and pressed my lips softly onto his. Without a flower of doubt trying to stop me, I reveled in the softness of his lips and how they felt touching mine.
And suddenly, my world opened up.
Light flooded into my soul with an intensity that nearly knocked me off of my feet. It warmed my body starting from my toes, all the way to the tips of my fingers. It filled me out as if I'd been the frame of a painting and now it was splattered not with color but with pure light and warmth.
His lips moved softly against mine as his large, warm hands traveled along my waist, circling my back and pushing my body closer into his. My chest connected with his and I felt his front mold into mine like our bodies were created to fit into each other. I inhaled his fresh smell, not entirely able to place it, only that it smelled incredibly good. Once his tongue collided with mine, I felt a desire pooling in my stomach that heated up my entire body. A tingling sensation bubbled through me and something otherworldly just made me smile.
