I don’t know if it’s really telepathy, or my imagination, but I know beyond a shadow of a doubt Rygar believes every word he’s saying.
Then again, if he’s not an alien, how am I suddenly a bona fide psychic?
“Why can’t I remember anything?I have these blank spaces in my memory.”
“The astral euphoria caused by our bond.”He moves to step closer, but I hold up my hand.I need some distance for this chat.I am now experienced enough to know my brain shuts down the moment he touches me.
“Why would bonding with you make me lose my memories?”
“The astral bond is not part of the 3-D, illusionary world.Our true souls exist in much higher dimensions, and higher frequencies.When two astral souls bond in the Empyrean Ritual, the overlap between the astral and our lower dimensional, physical bodies creates a sense of euphoria, uncontrollable desire, and an intense drive to complete the physical bond.”He clears his throat and I swear he’s blushing.
“I don’t understand any of this.”I gulp my second cup of coffee until it’s gone.“Was that Sasquatch thing legal?”
“Yes.I have the human document if you’d like to see it.Although, at this time, the laws of your people and mine are irrelevant.There is no breaking the astral bond.We are one.”
Is it weird I’m happy there’s no out clause.Giddy that he doesn’t appear to want one, either?
I need to remember the past twenty-four hours.
“In the woods, you promised to help me regain my memories.Will I ever remember the last twenty-four hours?”I lost time.If what he says is true, then our bond is the forever kind.That being the case, I want to remember all of it, every touch, every look, everything.
“I will make it so.But I must get closer and touch your temples.Do not be afraid of the sensations.Bonded mates physical and telepathic connections are some of the most powerful in the universe.”
I ponder the implications of letting him touch me again.I have no doubt my body will sayhell yeahto having of his hands on me.Yep.My inner naughty wench is practically purring, even louder than Kiki.
Oh boy, my heart is in deep.It’s my brain makes me hesitate.
“Could you maybe put some clothes on before we do that?”His perfect body is more than a little distracting.There are just so many glorious places to look.
“If that will make it easier for you, then yes, of course.”
“It’s too bad I don’t have any clothes other than my torn-up dress.”
“There’s another bedroom with a large case on the bed.”
Oh my god, that’s right!There’s a second bedroom.I bet that is the bedroom where Emily and Hannah stored my suitcase.
I take the stairs two at a time.Rygar is right behind me.
At the top of the stairs, I go left down the short hall to what was supposed to be the bridal suite for my honeymoon with Nicholas.I shove the door open.
The king bed has rose petals strewn over the silver bedding.Front and center rests a pair of ivory silk boxers with sky blue embroidery on the waistband spelling out the word ‘Husband’.Laid out next to the boxers is a pair of ivory panties with ‘Wife’ sewn in matching blue.Two fluffy white robes complete the offering.
“This should work.”I head for the underwear and robe.On my trek, I spot my suitcase and smile.I won’t have to leave the cabin in a robe and panties.Things are looking up.
Holding up the boxers, Rygar lifts a disbelieving brow.“This is what you want me to wear?”
“For now.”
“Very well.”He studies the boxers like he’s never worn a pair of underwear in his life.
How is that possible?Unless everything he’s told me is true.
I yank the panties up over my hips and grab the robe, shoving my arms in the holes and belting it all while watching as Rygar slides the boxers up his long muscular legs.
He tugs them up until they are settled low on his waist.I want to fan my face.Maybe the boxers were the wrong call.
Rygar shifts his hips, rotating them.I watch his thang sway as he tests out the boxers with an expression of surprised bliss on his face.
