Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
“See that line of stars right above us? The one that looks like a four that is written backwards, and then there’s a line running through the bottom of it?”
I look and it’s kind of easy to see what he is describing, because that group shines a little brighter than the other stars. My gaze darts around the sky and I notice there are quite a few like that—as if certain groups are marked.
“Yes,” I answer.
“That’s the constellation Andromeda. It’s one of my favorites.”
“It’s not ringing any bells in my head,” I sigh. “I was kind of hoping tonight would jog some memories. Although, nothing does right now.”
“You’re supposed to be thinking of tonight as creating new memories, remember?”
“Yeah,” I whisper. I’m kind of dazzled by the way he is looking at me. I feel warm and flushed all over underneath his gaze.
“Now, Andromeda was a beautiful princess—the envy of every girl and woman around.”
“So, you’re saying she was a Playboy pin-up?”
He laughs at me, shaking his head. “Something like that. Every man wanted her heart, but it belonged to Perseus. The brave warrior who saved her from a sea monster.”
“Sea monster?”
“There’s always a monster lurking in the darkness threatening harm to women who make the world a better place by being in it, Gracie.”
Something about the way he says that while staring at me so intently, takes my breath.
“Seven—”
Perseus saved Andromeda and was so entranced by her beauty, he knew that he had to marry her. Their love was so strong it was rumored they were blessed by the gods and when they passed into the afterlife, the gods made them constellations.”
“Is that true?”
He nods his head. “You can look it up. A man will do anything for the woman that fate gives him.”
I stare at him, nibbling on my lip nervously. His eyes feel as if they are boring into me.
“You sound as if you believe in soulmates.” My words come out breathier than I intended, but Seven doesn’t seem to notice.
“I don’t just believe. I know, Grace. I know because I met you.”
“You think I’m your soulmate?”
“I’m certain of it.” The steely determination in his eyes tells me he’s not kidding.
“Is all of this how you made me fall in love with you? How you made me feel special?” I ask, trying to sound as if I’m joking. Instead, I don’t feel like laughing at all. Especially when Seven rolls to face me and his eyes lock with mine. A heavy, warm sensation fills me and my breath lodges in my chest.
He slides his hand across my shoulder, moving my hair away from my face.
“You are special, Gracie.”
“It’s crazy that I can’t remember the two of us together, but I feel so close to you.” I didn’t mean to say the words out loud, but my mouth seems to have a mind of its own.
Seven leans forward, gently placing a kiss against my lips. It’s so soft yet filled with emotion. I’m not imagining the closeness. Even with amnesia, I can still feel the emotional connection I have with him. That must mean something.
“That pull you feel between us is because we are fated,” he responds, almost as if he’s reading my mind.
He presses into me, kissing me again. When our lips meet this time it’s hungrier and full of need. The length of our bodies mold to one another. There’s a fire burning between us and blood thrums through my system demanding satisfaction. The now familiar zap of electricity sparks through my nerve endings as his tongue teases at the seam of my lips. I don’t think about it. I just open for him, needing more. His tongue slides against mine and I whimper, instantly craving more. The kiss is intense and so consuming that I barely feel the butter soft touch of his hand sliding up my leg and hip.
“God,” he groans into my mouth.
I bring my hand to his chest, letting my fingers press against his warmth. My fingers stroke back and forth, and I wish his shirt wasn’t in the way. I gasp when his thumb slips across the bottom of my bra. I feel my nipples tighten even more as my hunger heightens to the point that it’s painful. His hand moves up to my breast. He palms it, squeezing it, and making me tremble. He kneads it again and my entire body vibrates. My clit throbs and there’s an ache between my legs that I know only Seven can satisfy. My panties grow so wet that the scent of sex fills the air. It can’t be natural to get this excited so easily. It’s so overwhelming that it scares me. I stop his hand with mine. I’m forcing myself to slow down—knowing it’s the last thing I truly want.
“I need more time…” I breathe, instantly regretting my words.