She kept her eyes shut tight, reveling in the feeling of Jonas's solid hand in her own. Shawna knew better than to open her eyes, knew Jonas wouldn’t open his. It hadn’t taken them long to learn the rules of their existence. The psychic had helped with that.

When one was a spirit and one was flesh, hard choices had to be made. This was one of them. They could draw on the strength of their love to make the faint recollection of touch a reality but only if their eyes remained closed to the truth. If they gazed at one another, the moment was lost, not to be recaptured quickly or easily.

People always said that the blind made up for their loss with their other senses until what was lost was barely missed. People lied, but it was the price they paid for touching each other, and so they lived with it. It was maddening.