“It could be a fluke, right?” he murmured. “It could've been the wind, or…”
He trailed off, knowing it wasn't likely. But I indulged his hidden demand to repeat the gesture.
I put my hand on top of his.
Again, I felt it—with my whole body and soul.
Mel sucked in a breath. His cheeks turned deep pink and his lashes fluttered as he blinked rapidly.
“We touched,” he said.
“We did.”
“I... didn't know we could do that.”
“Neither did I.”
The cautious hope welling up in my chest blossomed. It was no fluke. I'd touched Mel, and he felt it, too.
A sudden exhilarating thought rushed at me: how much more of him could I feel beneath my hands?
A door that had been locked in the back of my mind was thrown open. It unleashed so many possibilities I'd thought were off-limits.
Mel was an omega who could seeandtouch me.
Could we... be fated mates?
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Mel
Was I in an elaborate dream,or was this really happening?
Blood rushed to my head, making me dizzy. This was reality. Edgar touched me with his ghostly, translucent hands—hands I didn't know could press against my skin like that of a human.
And if our hands could brush together, what else was possible between us?
The blood that had rushed to my head now rushed elsewhere. To myotherhead.
Dammit, Mel! Now is not the time!
But mentally yelling at myself did nothing to calm my waking erection. I flushed, feeling ridiculous. I'd only met Edgar tonight—I shouldn't have lusted over him like this, yet I couldn't stop myself. It was an unyielding urge. Trying not to crave Edgar was like attempting to stop a full-speed train with my bare hands.
I backed up, needing to put space between us lest I pop a boner right in the middle of the kitchen.
“I-I'm sorry,” I said, avoiding his gaze.
“What's wrong, Mel?” Edgar asked in that usual gentle, warm voice that drove me wild.
“Just got a bit dizzy.”
“Let me help you to bed.”
Blood pounded in my ears. Edgar helping me to bed? If he did that, it would be all over for me!
But I couldn't refuse. I didn't want to. I wanted his care, and I wanted his hands on me.
“Okay,” I admitted in a muffled voice.
