Elizabeth felt his lips on hers again, and for the third time, her mind jolted. It was like it was trying to remind her of something. A feeling, a sense she just couldn't escape.
The first time she'd felt it was the first time he'd kissed her. Then again the first morning she woke up alone, after sleeping in the same bed as him. And now. As she felt his lips against hers, she felt her mind and soul warring within her. Trying to get her to remember.
But remember what? Who was James to her? Why had she been dreaming of him since before she'd met him? Why had he felt so familiar to her?
James pressed against her, and Elizabeth felt the tree trunk against her back, as James' torso pressed against her chest, trapping her between himself and the tree. He wrapped his arms around her entirely,
