I close my eyes and focus, searching for that spark again. For a moment, there's nothing but the warmth of his skin, the steady thunder of his heartbeat.
There's some sort of current between us, pulling something out of me and into him. I can feel it, but seeing it is another matter entirely.
Still, there's a strange sensation of something tangible, like water pouring through a pipe. Not easy to hold onto, but with some sort of weight and density, if I can somehow reach out and grab it. If I can just concentrate a little harder, push a little more…
It's right there. I can almost taste it, and it's strangely sweet and metal at the same time, giving me an almost sickening feeling behind my jaw. My eyes burn behind my eyelids, and my heart squeezes and jumps around, falling out of rhythm.
For one flickering second, I swear I can grasp it, bend it—
Caine jerks his head away.
