We were still two people, but we shared two hearts.
I could feel his emotions, and I was sure he felt the same way. Michael was as excited as I was and ecstatic that we were together.
Miraculously, I could even feel all the emotions he had for me through this connection.
From the surprise of our first meeting to the intense possessiveness of our next meeting to the anger, the quarrels, the disappointment, and the sheer joy of countless sweet and wonderful times. It was as if every one of the honey jars opened in the past were precious memories that belonged only to us.
When I felt Michael pull back the teeth on the back of my neck, I almost felt a reluctance to part with him and the urge to keep him. My body was already boiling over with him. I couldn't accept being separated from Michael in any way.
"Mine," Michael declared in a possessive tone in my ear.
