That One Night (Jacksonville Rays, #0.5)

by Emily Rath

Signs, remember? I have a feeling we’re meant to be two souls who find each other, but only for this moment. Then he’ll go his way, and I’ll go mine.

That truth settles between us. We know each other. Not in any real sense, obviously. We’re two nameless strangers. But we know each other all the same. Sometimes people enter your life and it’s a meeting. But sometimes, it’s a meeting again. Déjà vu. Soul recognition. Whatever it is, we have it. I know him. I’m safe with him. I want him.

As if we’re sharing a wavelength,

“I’m yours. Only yours. Nothing can keep us apart.”