Page 65 of Flawless

I was a practical guy, but now she’d piqued my curiosity. “And?”

“Twin flames are said to be mirrors of each other. Perfect opposites and perfect reflections.”

“Interesting.” I threaded her free hand through mine, feeling an inexplicable need to hear more. “Go on.”

“When twin flames meet it’s usually really intense, magnetic, even. And transformative for both people.”

I couldn’t explain why, but my heart was beating a little faster. “Hmm.”

She was speaking softly, when she said, “Sometimes it’s even painful, because they force each other to face their deepest wounds and grow.”

“Really?”

I knew trust was one of Rylee’s core wounds. And her relationship with me had definitely put that to the test, but had she grown as a result of being with me? I hoped so. I had no doubt I had. Because trust was one of my biggest issues too, but thanks to Rylee, I was willing to let go of the past and give her my heart. If she’d have it.

“Yeah, so in the twin flames journey, it’s different than soul mates. It starts with a recognition, like you know someone, even when you don’t. Then there’s this deep connection, bordering on obsession, that doesn’t even make sense.”

I chuckled. “Sounds familiar.”

“Yeah, and that’s followed by a separation phase, usually because one of the two people is scared away by the intensity of their feelings.”

“Understandable.” This was blowing my mind. If this was even a thing, she could have been describing us. “You said there’s a separation phase? What happens next?”

“There’s a surrender or a healing. And both people in the relationship have to release control and focus on self-growth.”

“Hmm, so the relationship just ends?” Damn, that wasn’t the happy ending I was hoping for.

“Sometimes,” she conceded, now drawing hearts on my hand with her fingertip. “Even if they do separate, they remain spiritually connected. But if they get back together, once they’ve healed, the relationship is usually calmer and more harmonious.”

“Wow,” I teased. “You know a lot about this stuff.”

“Just since I met you,” she admitted. “I remembered what Kristin told me about it, and when we broke up, I sort of took a deep-dive into it because there were parallels that I couldn’t ignore.”

“So, you believe this?” I was starting to, because I’d never been able to logically explain the intensity of my feelings for this woman. Or how my emotions trumped sanity where she was concerned.

“It’s hard to deny, don’t you think?”

“Uh yeah, I do.”

“Pregnancy is said to be a bridge between twin flames.” She tipped her head to look at me. “And the babies of twin flames are usually old souls.”

My smile was soft as my eyes met hers. “I like that.”

“I do too.” She pinched her lips together. “Creatives, like me, are supposed to be a little out there. But you’re the grounded, practical one. So, do you think I’m crazy for thinking this is even possible?”

“I think…” I brushed the back of my hand over her cheek as a soul-deep connection lent validity to everything she said. “It makes sense of something that made no sense to me. I didn’t know how I could love you this much, this fast. I didn’t know how the hell it could feel like I’d known you forever after such a short time. Or why I felt like I lost a part of myself when I had to let you go.”

A tear slipped down her cheek when she said, “God, I felt exactly the same way. Isn’t that crazy?”

“This whole thing is a little crazy.” I leaned in to kiss her, feeling all of the doubt and fear I’d had vanish. “But it also makes perfect sense.”

She shifted, staring into my eyes before climbing into my lap, straddling me.

“I don’t know what to do with all these feelings I’m having for you.” She leaned her forehead against mine. “It’s confusing. You’re the father of my child and I know we should have clear-cut boundaries, but nothing’s clear when you’re around. When we’re apart, I tell myself we can do this. We can co-parent. Keep our hands off each other⁠—”

“Is that what you want?”

She framed my face with her hands. “When you’re this close? No, that’s not what I want.”