Page 176 of Claim Me
Damp strands of chestnut hair rest against his cheeks, where in this light I can see a very faint dusting of freckles.
His face looks so young, innocent, and handsome, and with him, such power has entered my life.
I let out a long breath.
There it is again: that one part of me that refuses to sink into the bliss, staying alert, because something exciting may very soon become my reality.
The matter of tissue regeneration.
I lift my hand to the side of my neck and touch the place where my gland used to be. I know everything about how tissue reconstructs itself, and I also know that lost organs in True Mates grow back within a few weeks…
Anzo Ferro’s arm grew back in forty days.
Will it be the same for my glands?
I feel two conflicting emotions: an irrational fear of what’s coming and a sense of excitement. Nevertheless, it’s a fascinating phenomenon, and I will be its witness.
Slowly, I lean down and touch Gabriel’s shoulder with the tip of my finger, and it feels as if an electric spark jumps between us.
It amazes me. This whole event, our connection, the closing of an energetic circuit, was a process deeply tied toelectricity.
Until now my research has always focused on genetics, but I have never explored the subject of electricity in the human body, and yet it is generated within us. Our brain, our heart, all of it creates a weak energy field. Could it be possible to create an energetic fingerprint for every person and compare them to one another?
The thought makes me leave the bedroom. I take out my phone and call my head of development.
"Adams?"
He’s probably surprised I’m calling this late, but he’s already used to the fact that my ideas don’t follow any schedule.
"I need you to assemble a team from Malden Tech tomorrow. I want to run some tests related to personal neuroelectrical profiling."
Adams clears his throat. He sounds slightly out of breath, as if he might have been occupied with something many people do in the evenings, something I’ve only recently started doing myself.
"Of course, Mr. Lowen. A new direction in research?"
"You know me too well."
GABRIEL
On Monday, everything still feels slightly surreal to me: waking up together, swimming in his indoor pool, then attending morning meetings with Simon and later the directors. The normal routine, yet somehow not so normal…
I take part in all of it, standing off to the side while fully aware that I spent the entire night inside him, that we slept in what they call a Joining, connected to each other, me buried inside him to the base of my cock…
And now they’re all looking at him, the head of the company, the man every eye turns to, the one expected to lead, to keep everything running, to set the strategy for the entire firm… I watch the way he makes decisions, how he lays out plans, how he manages people, and at the same time, I’m the only one who knows hisorgasm face. It’s a strange feeling, and I’m immersed in it the entire morning. I had him. I took him. HIM. Blue Lowen. Incredible.
There are moments when he briefly pulls his attention away from his directors and glances at me. Those looks we exchange are quick as flashes of light, but they send a powerful rush of endorphins through me.
When we ride the elevator together with Simon, who keeps talking the whole time, I struggle to focus on anything except Blue. I study his profile, those soft lips and the delicate lines ofhis face. I catch myself staring, getting lost in him. There are moments when I almost reach out, almost touch his cheek, but of course I stop myself. Officially, I’m his bodyguard, and even though we are fated, I’m not sure when he’s going to tell people about me or if he wants to keep me a secret.
It’s not hard to imagine he would, since my existence would become an additional threat to him. People who want to hurt him could just kill me, and Blue would die too.
I guess everything just needs to calm down a little first, the initial shock fading away so we can properly talk it through.
I try to behave professionally, just like Blue, who, if I didn’t know what had happened, would seem completely unchanged, as if the experience hadn’t affected him in any meaningful way, although I have a clear read on him, that this isn’t true at all.
Beneath the surface layer where all the management and business matters take place, I can feel a cloud of emotions he refuses to let surface, a mix of tension and excitement. There is also something close to… joy. Yes, I think I’m reading him correctly. Blue seems happy, even if I can sense himconstantly trying to rein it in, like he’s reasoning with himself, muting his own mood.
The Bond between us is tightening, and with it comes less space to hide from each other. I’m discovering more and more in him, seeing things with increasing clarity…
