Page 17 of Demons In My Head: Exposing the Exiled
"The first time we touched, and I got my solid body back... some of my memories came back." I furrowed my brow. "At least, I think they're memories."
"So, you did know who you were before Rhodes told me?"
I shook my head. "No. That's what's weird about it. None of the memories were about any of the guys. It was mostly snippets of me working in a room. Rays of sunlight were coming through a stained-glass window high above the desk I was working at. There was a dragon on the window, and all of these little glass bottles with corks lined the shelves."
"Okay," she said slowly. "What does that have to do with anything?"
Palmer’s features blurred, and I was staring at those clear bottles as swirls of mist danced about inside of them, and I don’t know how I knew it, but whatever that mist was… it wasangry. Unease and fear hit me out of nowhere, and I physically stumbled back.
I heardhisvoice. "Jasper?"
His face appeared just like it had before. An inch from mine. An evil, evil demon.
"Hey, hey! Jasper!"
I jumped when Palmer grabbed my arm.
"Look at me. Hey, you're okay," she said softly, like she was speaking to a scared child. "Look at me." Her hands were on my cheeks, tilting my face down to hers. "Just breathe. You're not there. You're here."
I blinked, feeling myself coming back to reality. "I didn't know who he was. I didn't know his name." I was rambling, and I knew it didn't make sense.
"Who, Jasper?"
"The man from my past. The demon. I just knew he wasn't good. And then, after you ran and I chased you, there he was. You were talking to him!"
She stared up at me. "Wait, the only person I talked to after I left, aside from Scorpio, was Asrael... but he was wearing another's face. You shouldn't have been able to..."
"I saw his true face. Maybe because I’m a ghost and a demon, I'm immune to their deceptions? I don't know. But Palmer, I'm telling you, that man is evil." I ran my fingers through my hair and let out a frustrated growl. "I just wish I could remember more. I need to know the whole story."
"Asrael was in your memories? That... doesn't make any sense. Were you listening to our conversation?"
"No, but not for lack of trying. I tried to follow, but I couldn’t come any closer. Something was literally blocking me, and that’s never happened before. Something very weird is going on.”
We both stood in silence for a few moments, trying to piece together what this meant. Could we trust Asrael? Everything inmy being screamed NO. Were my memories even real? What was the truth?
Then Palmer stepped forward and tentatively wrapped her arms around me. She rested her head on my chest and whispered, "Maybe this will help you remember more."
I felt electricity run through my body as I held her close. All the tension of the day melted away as I inhaled the sweet scent of her hair and felt her warmth against me. We stayed like that for a long time, just standing in each other's embrace. A sudden thought struck me, and I pulled back to look into those beautiful blue eyes of hers.
"Do you think that if we kiss... it might bring back some more memories?"
Palmer lifted a dark brow and smirked. "Trying to kiss me now, ghost boy?"
I grinned back at her and shrugged. "My entire spectral existence, I've been after one thing: figuring out who I was." I stepped closer, purposely crowding her space. "If I get to kiss a beautiful woman in pursuit of that, could you blame me if I was a little excited about it?"
She laughed and shook her head. "No. Not at all." Sighing deeply, she stepped forward this time, until we were just a breath apart. Her eyes widened, and her lips parted in anticipation. I could feel the heat radiating from her body, and it was intoxicating. My heart raced as I leaned in to press my lips to hers.
Her lips were like honey, delicious and addictive.
I couldtasteher. I was able to taste things again. I could feel her lips on mine, feel her body moving against mine. My mind was free-falling into an abyss where only we existed. How could a woman so fierce and fiery have the sweetest flavor?
A thousand more questions swirled around in my head, but all I wanted was this kiss, this moment. Her tongue swept against mine, and I literally moaned, unable to hold back.
I'd been held back for far too fucking long, like the poor, mistreated dogs that lived their lives tied to fucking trees. The chain around my own neck started giving way the second I laid eyes on Palmer. Link by link, the unwanted tether disappeared.
My hand spanned her lower back, and I pulled her closer if that was even possible. My desperation for her skin against mine was as alive and relentless as a garden in the height of summer. Vines, stalks, and blooms, reaching higher and higher for the light. There wasn't a heat from the sun that they'd shy away from.
Her sighs and moans were like music to my ears, as if she were singing a song just for me. I could hear her,hearhow she felt. The little noises she made, gods, they made me want so much more.
