“Shall we go to bed?” I ask because I can feel the ache building again, but he shakes his head.
“Let’s finish our bath first.”
“But…”
“I want nothing more than to take you to our bed, but I’m enjoying having you wet, naked, and in my arms; it’s been too long.” His eyes shine with emotion, and I reach out to cup his cheek.
“Did I die every time?” He nods his head and leans into my touch.
“Tell me about my last life with you?”
He shifts under me, clearing his throat. “Makenzie Barron, but you loved being called Kenzie. I met you at your twenty-first birthday party. Your family was throwing you a huge ball; you hated it. You didn’t like that kind of attention,” he chuckles and starts to run his hands over my stomach. “I found you hiding in the library with a book, eating chocolate, and drinking tea.”
“I love tea.”
“You have loved tea and reading in all of your lives.”
I turn my head to look up at him. “What do you mean?”
“In each life, you were very similar in your tastes and personality. But there was also something new each time.” He leans down and kisses the three marks on my cheek. “These marks here, your Orion belt birthmarks, you’ve had them in every life.
I lift my hand and touch my cheek where Gaelan had kissed. “What else?” I ask.
Gaelan lowers his head and kisses along my neck. “You also loved it when I would bite you.” His teeth lightly bite into my neck, making me whimper. “You love it almost as much as you love to biteme.”
Which is true, I’ve never been a biter with anyone else, but something about this man makes me want to sink my teeth into him and call him mine. Gaelan pulls back from my neck and starts to rewash my body.
“Tell me more about Kenzie.” I want to know more about my past self.
“As soon as you looked up at me, I knew it was you. The same amber eyes. Each time I see you, you are always so beautiful, and it takes my breath away.” I look up at him, trying to ignore the way his hands feel on my skin. “We stayed up all night talking. I had to sneak out the next morning, so your parents didn’t see me,” he laughs. “I had to bribe the housekeeper with my watch so she wouldn’t say anything.”
“Why?”
“So, I could stay on your father’s good side, so I could court you.”
I’m smiling, feeling like I already know this, like Iknowthat Gaelan isn’t lying, a part of me knowing deep down that this was my life at some point. Even back at my aunt’s house, with thosephotos, it just fit. Gaelan just…fits. He is mine. “What happened next?”
“We courted for a year and then got married.”
“We were married?” I ask, surprised..
“Yes, we’ve been married quite a few times, my Rose. This specific time, we were married for three years.” I can see his eyes clouding over with memories of my death, feeling his anguish over losing me, yet again.
“What happened?”
Gaelan drops the sponge and shifts, making us both sit up. “Let’s get ready for bed,” he says, changing the subject.
“Tell me, Gaelan.” I plead.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” he barks, shutting down my question.
He lifts himself out of the bath, wraps a towel around his waist, and walks into the bedroom. I know I should drop it—I can see the hurt in his eyes, the pain—but I know I need to learn as much as I can about my past lives if I want to find the book.
Standing from the bath, I climb out, grab a towel, and follow. When I enter, Gaelan sits at the end of the bed, his head facing down. “Gaelan? I?—”
“We were so happy,” he cuts me off, “planning for our life together, we had five months left until we were going to meet our little boy.”
My hand flies to my stomach…I was pregnant?
