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managed to look me in the
eye.
    “You both look beautiful.” Really,
Jace didn’t have to say anything at all. He could charm your dress
off without ever opening his mouth. He watched the few couples who
were already out on the dance floor, then said, “I’m going to teach
Alisa how to dance.” She punched him playfully and he laughed.
“You’d better save me a dance, Rachel.”
    You bet I will, I thought, as they
walked away. I danced a few times with Alex and some other guys,
but all the while my mind was on Jace. As I watched Jace and Alisa
together, I couldn’t help but wonder about them and the nature of
their relationship. It was obvious from the expression on Alisa’s
face that she was head-over-heels in love, but how did Jace feel
about her? I couldn’t very well ask him, but thanks to my strange,
new extra-sensory talents, I wouldn’t have to. I felt sneaky and
conniving for even considering using my psychic curse to pick
through his brain while we danced, but I was curious. Okay, not
just curious. I was desperate.
    Never in a million years would I have
thought I’d feel desperation toward a guy, but Jace wasn’t just any
guy. He was different, and until I figured out why I felt so drawn
to him, I wouldn’t be able to relax. I had always been a very
independent person, and had never suffered the lovesick ailments
that had afflicted my friends at one time or another. No, it wasn’t
a case of puppy love or a silly crush. This was something
different.
    I waited impatiently for Jace to
remember his promise to dance with me. Each time someone new asked
me to dance, resentment washed over me. I didn’t want to be stuck
with someone else when Jace eventually approached me. If he
approached me. I decided to hang out by the refreshment table and
skip the next few dances.
    When Jace caught my eye and moved
toward me, I instinctively reached up to touch my necklace, seeking
the comfort it usually offered, but remembered I’d left it at home.
I hoped I didn’t end up regretting leaving it behind in favor of
making a fashion statement.
    Jace’s eyes held mine and I felt
uncomfortably anxious. This was probably the first time I’d ever
understood what someone meant when they claimed to have butterflies
in their stomach. I dragged my eyes away from his and looked down
at the ground, trying to compose myself. Suddenly, he was standing
in front of me, his hand outstretched.
    I hesitated only a fraction of a
second before stepping toward him. He grabbed my hand and pulled me
to the center of the gym in one quick motion. As a slow song began
playing, he pulled me close. The heat from his body radiated,
making me feel flushed and breathless. Jace was so tall, the top of
my head barely touched his chin, and when I took the liberty of
leaning my head against his chest for a brief second, I could feel
his heartbeat against my cheek. I wanted to stay there and never,
ever leave.
    I’ll admit, I read trashy romance
novels from time to time. It was my one indulgence and I’d never
admitted my questionable choice in reading material to anyone. When
the hero and heroine touch or kiss for the first time, there’s
always an instant connection or a jolt of electricity, or in the
really cheesy stories, a feeling of coming home. If I used any of
those tired descriptions to explain what happened between me and
Jace, it would have been a gross understatement.
    When I looked up into his eyes, our
gazes locked and my breathing stopped. The gym, the music, the
laughter, everything was gone in that instant. It was only the two
of us and the beating of our hearts. Pressure built inside my mind
and pain backed up like a dam until it finally burst forth. For the
first time in my life, my head felt light and free.
    An unfamiliar presence filled the
space left open when the pain departed. Jace. Unspoken words passed
between us on pulsating waves of emotions.
    “Rachel.” Jace’s voice reverberated in
my mind.
    “I don’t understand