technique. However, the instant I placed my hand just above Amber’s heart, on the patch of slick skin above her breasts, her heart beat double time, sending my own into a rapid pace.
I whispered to her, “Look at me.”
Her eyes shot open, and her breathing became erratic.
“Relax. Breathe with me. In for four beats through the nose and then out for four beats through the mouth.”
She nodded and we breathed together. I could feel the heavy thud of her heart turn into an even thump after a few rounds of guided, measured breaths. Through breathing, she relaxed, closing her eyes once more.
Then the craziest thing happened. Something that had never happened—not once, not ever before with another partner—our heartbeats began to synchronize spontaneously. Not only were we breathing evenly, our heartbeats matched.
The simple, extraordinary occurrence speared ribbons of heat down my arms and into my hand where it rested over her heart. My hand became fiery hot, the chakras in my palms swirling in dizzying circles. I blinked a few times and watched in awe as her eyes opened, and those green orbs blasted straight into my soul.
One thought flared in my mind as simple as flicking on a light switch.
Soul mate.
Spooked, I released our connection. Her head bobbed drowsily and her eyes opened, half-lidded while she blinked rapidly. I hopped up and walked through the room, pretending to assist the couples. Usually, I didn’t need to assist through a simple breathing exercise, but I needed a moment to put my head together, and distance from the ethereal being waiting on the riser was priority. What the hell was that?
The zap of connection I’d had with Amber was far beyond anything I’d ever experienced with another human being. And I was including partners, friends, and past lovers. The ghost of her heartbeat still called to mine as I stood in the back of the class watching her take in each couple and write something down in a notebook she kept close enough to reach but hadn’t yet used since we’d started class.
Cringing, I assessed her. She was relaxed, perfectly at peace as she sat on the stage writing in her notebook, whereas I was a maelstrom of doubt and insecurity, completely unusual responses from me. On the whole, confidence and the ability to center myself were traits I was proud of. But with this woman, the surprising jolt of a deeper union prevented me from being capable of centering my reactions.
How could I have felt something so unique and she not be affected? Perhaps I mistook the experience for something that wasn’t there. Maybe I wanted something more to be there?
Exhaling all the air out of my lungs, I vowed to find those answers and soon.
Chapter Three
The sacral chakra is where you will find a spiritual energy center that is directly connected to happiness and self-confidence. With every good attribute there are negative ones. The second chakra can also be linked to greed, fear, and an uncontrollable desire for self-preservation.
AMBER
D ash barely looked at me as he instructed the class through the final points and gave them each a homework assignment over the next two days to practice synchronized breathing techniques. When the last person left, I grabbed my notebook and found him rolling up a mat in the farthest corner of the room.
“Hey, what’s the point of synchronized breathing?” I tapped my pen on the paper, waiting for his response.
He lifted his shoulders dramatically, as if he was taking an extra large breath. I watched in fascination as the muscles in his back bunched and shifted delectably. It almost made me sigh. After another breath, he tossed the mat he’d rolled into the woven basket where the others were stored.
“Why don’t you tell me what your experience was?” he asked and then turned around to face me.
I thought back to when we sat facing one another. A sense of togetherness had come over me. “I didn’t feel alone.”
He smiled, rolled another mat, and
Janwillem van de Wetering