JoAnne Kenrick grew up in a small sea-side town in North Wales. Having experienced life in several different countries, she now lives in North Carolina with her husband, two children and a lazy cat. When they aren’t demanding her attention, she can most likely be found watching a vampire movie, reading, or baking up a British feast in her N.C. kitchen. And if she isn't in one of those spots, she is probably hiding in her writer's cave or recording her next vlog.“Pearl, come out of the rain. You’ll catch your death.”
A strike of lightening blazed up the sky, a brilliant yellow. Was Mother Nature expressing the fury I felt inside? Was I somehow connected to the storm? It felt that way, and I wanted the sounds of the storm to fill me to the brim, leaving no room for confusion. I looked up at the moon and held out my arms. Take me, storm, take me.
Adam grabbed my hand and dragged me under the deck’s roof.
I can’t let the ocean call you to its depths. I won’t let it happen.
I heard what was in Adam’s head. No, I felt it. A panic had taken hold of him. It was gut-wrenching; his heart pounded hard and fast as though he’d lost someone to the sea, a loved one.
“What the hell?” I maneuvered to face him—his arms were still wrapped tight around me. I wiped the sodden hair away from my face and stared up at him. The sense of familiarity flooded me again, and I yearned to bask in the comfort that comes with such closeness. A desire to place my head on his chest and to wrap my arms around him filled me, but I resisted for fear of being pushed away.
“Have you ever met someone for the first time, but in your heart you feel as if you’ve met them before?”
“Yes,” he said. Adam gazed into my eyes, his expression soft and concerning.
“What do you think it means?”
“Dunno.”
I loved the vibration of his thoughts. They traveled through me as though they belonged to me. It made me feel close to him. Being with him was like being with an old friend. Frosty-ass comments and all, I wanted to take comfort in him and could resist no more. I wrapped my arms around him and buried my head into his chest. It felt like home. He felt like home.
“Maybe we knew each other in a past life?” I asked, closing my eyes and leaning into the safety of him.
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