Page 42 of Come Back To Me
“I cast the spell, so it makes sense for you to know who I am.”
“That’s not always the case, believe it or not. He’s been thinking about you all this time too, wanting to reach you again.”
“I think I could feel him at the funeral.”
“Was he all you felt?” His eyes hold a slight golden hue from the sunlight shining through the window.
“No.”
“I think you should forget about whatever happened before. You said it yourself, he was going to choose you.”
My face stiffens. “No, I didn’t. Not out loud.”
His brows bunch together and he sanitizes his needle. “You sure?”
“Yeah.” My lips stick together, parting in a gasp when he threads the needle through my skin without warning.
“I should have numbed you first. Once again, not thinking clearly.”
“It’s fine. Where’d you hear those words? You can’t read my mind, can you?”
He quickly shakes his head, a divot appearing in his forehead as he focuses on his current task. “No. I don’t hear people’s thoughts. It was probably my own. His.”
“He said he was going to choose me?”
“Must’ve been him. Couldn’t have come from anywhere else if you never said it out loud to me. He certainly feels it and is agreeing now.”
“Yeah?” My lips tremble.
“Yeah.” His eyes jerk up to mine and he smiles, moving his hand at a steady pace as he sews me up. “I really wouldn’t worry about this other guy. He’s irrelevant.”
Was he? “It’s not just about that. I knew him. He asked Gareth . . . you . . .” I take a breath. “Not to say who he was. He didn’t want me to know it was him. He must be someone I see regularly.”
I try not to think about those words too much. Only one engaged couple comes to mind and . . . no. Leo and Glen would never do that to me. Leo is way too in love with his fiancé, and Glen . . . he and Gareth are like night and day. They can barely hold full conversations whenever we’re together, mostly sharing nods and shrugs. Who else is there? What am I missing?
“Or it only seems that way. Maybe he has some important role somewhere and doesn’t want to lose his job. It could be anyone, but it’s also no one. No one important.” He studies my eyes closely. “Maybe I’ll remember him, maybe not. But it’s you I know and see now. Only you. Isn’t that enough?”
“I want it to be.”
“Then let it.” He tugs at the thread, biting it off with his mouth, and kisses beneath the blue stitches. “All done. Want to get in the shower?”
“I took one last night.”
“You might want to at least wash off.” He gestures to the blood painting several areas of my skin, and then rubs his fingers in the cum above my belly button. He sucks his fingers into his mouth. “I don’t think you want me helping you get clean. If that happens, you won’t be leaving this house for a long time.”
I choke on a laugh. “Yeah. I can jump in the shower real quick, and then I’ll eat something.”
“How about grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato basil soup?”
“You like cooking for me in death as much as you did when you were alive.”
“I like taking care of you.” He tapes gauze over my wound. “Especially after hurting you.”
It doesn’t scare me as much when he says things like that now, but it should. He could kill me. I’ve seen how quickly he’s taken other’s lives, but he’s trying with me—for me.
“I wish you could come with me to all the fun fall things like you used to. I have to be the third wheel again.” My tone is flat.
“I wish I could too. We can always move or find some way to tell the people closest to us. There are spells that wipe memories clean.”
