Feel by Karen-Anne Stewart
Publication date: December 2014
Genres: New Adult, Paranormal Romance
The one whose emotions I can’t feel is the one who makes me feel the most.
I was a sensitive, at least that’s what I was told by the boy who saved me from the overwhelming emotions that consumed my soul, the boy who saved me from myself when my gift became stronger. Through the years, he was my redemption, my reason to take my next breath…then, he was gone.
Jensen always told me I was strong, but I didn’t believe him until I was forced to be strong on my own, and I kept breathing without him. I’ve taken 42 million breaths since the moment he sent me away. Now, four years later, he’s standing in front of me, and I can barely breathe.
This isn’t just a story about the abilities I possess; it’s a story about something much stronger…the love of the man who possesses every part of me.
***Disclaimer – Feel is intended for readers 18+ due to strong language, mature scenes, and some violence.
“He’s going to act soon. We don’t have time to wait on a team to arrive. Andy and I will handle him,” I tell Darrin, one of the best men I know, aside from Andy, before closing the phone. Leaning against the side of the van, I groan. This bastard is good and that is thoroughly pissing me off right now.
“Jensen, I’ve got one for you,” Andy states, stepping out of the van and slamming the door I opened behind him, “but, I’m warning you, she’s got a mouth on her that rivals mine, man.”
“She?” Banging my head against the van, I let out another groan, “You took a girl?”
“Your southern gentleman manners need to stand down on this one. This girl’s got that sweet accent, too, but don’t let that fool you; she’ll shove her fist down your throat while kicking you hard in the balls. She unleashed some dirty southern charm on me and I had to restrain her.”
“You tied her up?” Pushing Andy aside, I go to open the door, “Shit, Andy, since when did we start taking girls and tying them up?”
“Since this girl bit the hell out of me,” Andy grumbles.
Giving Andy a glare letting him know this discussion is far from over, I slide the door the rest of the way open and freeze. The entire world stops when I see the dark caramel eyes that have haunted me every damn night staring back at me. A thousand thoughts spin through my head, but I can’t seem to form one coherent word as my chest aches from memories. Flashes of the best moments in my life play on fast forward in my mind, right up until the worst night of my existence strikes me like a bolt of lightning. “Saige,” I finally manage to rasp.
“Holy shit,” Andy lets out a low whistle, “so, she’s the one?”
Ignoring Andy, I watch the one girl who consumed me, healed me, fuckin’ wrecked me, slowly blink as she looks at me so intently, it feels she’s staring straight into my soul, just like she’s done a million times before. Her eyes are different now…guarded? Sad? Hours or a few seconds pass. I don’t know which, before she releases the lip she’s been absently chewing on and speaks in that soft voice that used to bring me to my knees, “Can you please cut me loose?”
Shaking through the fog, I glance at her bound wrists. Shit. “Of course,” I blurt, grabbing my knife. As I place my hand on the tape, my fingers brush against her hand and she inhales sharply, looking away. The sorrow in her eyes doesn’t go unnoticed, lancing my heart and sending me back to the night I sent her away, the night I felt like I lost my soul. “Hold still, okay?” I say as I slice through her bonds, quickly taking her hands in mine and rubbing her red wrists with my thumbs. “I’m sorry Andy restrained you,” I begin, but my voice trails as I look at her, not knowing what in the hell to say after all this time. She’s beautiful. She’s always been beautiful but, now, she’s…breathtaking.
Saige looks at my hands holding hers and slowly swallows. I never thought I would touch her again, and she feels just like I remember, better than I remember.
Andy clears his throat, and I know I’m going to catch hell later but I don’t care. The only thing that matters right now is the woman I’ve thought about every day for the last four years.
I open my arms to pull her to me, needing to feel her closer, to make sure she’s really here. “Damn, I’ve missed you,” I breathe, tangling my fingers in her hair as I brush my lips against her temple.
“Don’t,” Saige whispers, pulling away, “please, don’t touch me.”
The raw pain in her voice makes me want to hold her, protect her, but I’m the one who caused her pain. My chest aches seeing her hurting. I reach for her again, but she pushes me away, anger replacing the sorrow in her eyes.