Eighteen

My eyes rolled back in my head as Jordan pressed into me. My skin craved his every touch as his fingers trailed down my chest and stomach. Then just as he was fully in me, the strange sensation from earlier returned. It started as a tingling, but it wasn't on my skin, it was everywhere. Then there was warmth, but it wasn't the warmth of a cozy blanket or a roaring fire, it was the emotional warmth that Jordan gave me every time we were together.

He leaned in and held me close as he moved at a slow pace without touching my aching dick. My eyes were barely open, but I couldn't look away from him. Then I saw it. His spirit wavered on his skin as it too reached for me, and tried to touch me the same way he was. Then without me wishing it, and without any effort at all, my spirit reached out to his.

He glowed as he leaned over me and tried to go slow and easy, but it wasn't what either of us wanted or needed. "You make me want you so fucking bad," he said through gritted teeth, and wrapped his hand around my straining dick. He glowed. The power he now had was on display, driven by all the emotions and raw energy that flowed between us. I didn't have to concentrate on my abilities to see it, it was just there. He had become the seer his genetics told him he could be.

My release hit me so fast and intensely, nothing could have held it back. "Oh god," I stuttered out as he followed right behind and the two of us jolted with every shockwave of sensation. He continued to press into me as best he could as we both finished, before finally sliding out of me and falling on the bed next to me.

"Something's changed," he said.

"I think you almost broke me," I said, making us both laugh. "But, baby, I could feel your love for me. I knew exactly what you were feeling while we were connected."

He leaned up on his elbow and met my eyes. "I felt it too. At first, I thought it was just all the relief at finding my way back to you. But it was more." His eyes had a faraway look while he tried to put some order to his thoughts. "We should get cleaned up," he finally said, and hopped off the bed. "Come shower with me."

He didn't wait for me to follow, and when I walked into the bathroom, he had the shower on and was just getting ready to step in. "I could see our spirits reaching for each other," I said as I stepped in behind him. "That's never happened before to me. I could see your spirit reaching for mine and my spirit fighting the constraints of my body to touch yours."

"I could feel you," he murmured against my shoulder. "I've never felt so close to anyone ever in my whole life."

"It was like I was a part of you—but more." I wrapped my arms around him needing him close. "I could see your spirit," I said again. It wasn't normal to see a living person's spirit unless something was wrong and it was fighting to stay where it was, or someone or something was trying to pull it out. "It was amazing."

He met my eyes with a smile and after squirting soap into his hand, he got busy soaping himself before spreading soap on me too. We were silent for the rest of the shower, and for once my mind was quiet. I tried to remember the last time I felt so at peace and couldn't remember ever feeling close to how I felt now. The feeling of being enveloped in love overwhelmed me and I swallowed hard, trying to get a handle on the emotions that suddenly flooded me.

"Hey, what is it?" Jordan asked while drawing his hands through my wet hair.

"You make me feel more love than I have ever experienced my whole life," I finally managed to choke out. He smiled softly before meeting my eyes.

"Come on, let's get to bed." He kissed me sweetly, toning down the fire that had ignited between us earlier, and turned off the shower. After towel drying each other, we slipped into bed and it was him pulling me close tonight, and me settling into his warm, safe arms.

"Good morning, guys." One of the nurses greeted us as we walked into work the following morning. This day was so normal and for once that seemed strange compared to all the weird we seemed to find ourselves wrapped in daily.

"Good morning, Joe. How's the grandkids?" Jordan asked as he walked over to where Joe was trying to get the front desk in order before they were slammed.

"They're good. Everyone is busy playing some kind of sport or other activity. Keeps me running on my days off that's for sure." He looked between the two of us with a grin before going back to what he was doing.

"It's very calm here today," I said to Jordan as we walked down the hall toward the morgue. There were a few spirits wandering around, but there wasn't the frenzied activity like some mornings—from the living or the dead.

"It is," Jordan said. It was like a weight had been lifted from him, and he was illuminated from within. Everything about him was more relaxed and happier. Instead of grimacing all the way back to the morgue as he tried to avoid any spirits, now he walked through the doors and to his desk with no effort at all.

"Everything okay?" I asked as he got busy turning on the computer and settling into work.

"Of course. I'm going to finish that report from yesterday first then you can tell me what you need me to do after that," he said while totally focused on his screen. Before I walked away, he was working with a smile on his face and not gripping the crystals in his pocket like he normally did. Maybe things will be better now.

"Is he okay?" Justice asked as soon as the door shut behind me in the morgue.

"Good morning, Justice," I said, and walked over to my own computer to see if anything had changed since we left yesterday.

"Well?" he asked, and walked through a gurney to stand closer to me.

"Do you know what happened yesterday?" I asked, not sure if he could know or if he was still waiting for whatever he thought was going to happen, to actually happen.

"No. I just know something from the other side reached out to someone on this side."

"How do you know that?" I asked. "No wait, never mind."

"I know he's the seer. Every spirit nearby knows." Justice knelt and once again petted Buddy who'd walked into the morgue and plopped down where he normally did. "Even Buddy knows. Jordan doesn't have the pain and confusion he had before. It's better for all of us that he agreed to do it."

"I'm not sure about that yet. I know he's calmer than he was, and he hasn't had any pain since he got back. He left his body, and I had no clue how to get him back or where he'd gone." My breath started to speed up and I fought down the panic I'd needed to control yesterday. "What would I have done if he didn't make it back?"

"Bran? Everything is okay," Jordan said as he stepped into the room and walked over to me. "There's nothing that would ever make me not choose you." He pulled me into his arms and kissed my head as the emotions I'd been holding in since yesterday bubbled to the surface, and I cried in his arms.