“Then you fucking patted my cheek in that damn emergency room.”
I frown in confusion as he groans.
“Sorry,” I say, only because I’m not sure what the big deal is.
“Don’t be. Because I felt it when you touched my cheek, and it wasn’t because you surprised me.”
My eyes widen, and I can’t help but smile. “So you can’t feel anything, but you felt me?”
Chapter 34
ETHAN
I really, really fucking hate this line of questioning, but I knew it was coming the second I started telling her ancient shit.
“Yeah, but I can feel things now.”
She frowns, which confuses me. “But you felt Star and only Star?”
“I felt her when she touched me, and being young like I was, I thought it meant something special.”
“But it doesn’t?” Bella asks. “Because you also felt me, and now you can feel everything.”
Why does she look disappointed?
I really suck at this.
“Yeah, I started feeling again little by little after that day you patted my cheek. The shrinks told my parents it would happen one day when I felt secure with myself and my surroundings.”
“You felt insecure?” she asks, probing a little too far.
“Focus on the part where I could feel again, Bella. Nothing else.”
She sighs harshly while studying me. “So it was just a coincidence that I patted your cheek that day and your feeling came back. And you stalked me because you thought I was special, only to learn that your feeling was back for everything and not just me. How am I doing?”
“Considering you aren’t questioning the mental block thing, pretty well. And yes, I did stalk you a little because of it.”
Why does she look so damn deflated?
“I’ve seen a lot of traumatized patients deal with things by using mental resources in a way I never thought possible. We’ll discuss how you got there when you feel comfortable.”
Shit. I forget she works in a hospital. Thankfully she isn’t pushing, because I don’t want to have this discussion when she’s barely coherent and fighting to stay awake.
“So Star was special, because you only felt her,” she goes on, snapping me out of my thoughts.
It dawns on me as to why she’s acting like this, and I resist the urge to smirk. “Star fucked Maveri
ck while we were serious. So no, she wasn’t too special.”
“But she would have been if she hadn’t been a cheater.”
“It’s really important that you’re special, isn’t it?” I muse, watching as her eyebrows knit together. She doesn’t look embarrassed though. Hell, she doesn’t even look insecure.
“What girl doesn’t want the magic touch?” she asks flatly, as though that’s the obvious answer.
Laughing under my breath, I lean back, confused about how easy this conversation has gone in comparison to how I thought it would go.
“Bella, I don’t know if you have a magic touch or not, but I do know I slowly started feeling again after that day. The numbness came and went—still does—but if it makes you feel any better, I’ve felt you touch me every time you have. It’s one of the many reasons I can’t be around you for five seconds without stripping you naked. Unless you’re sick and hating me, of course.”