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~Luella

Thought stands above me, watching me with those glistening silver eyes.

Has he always been this attractive? The answer is clearly yes. He's come from nowhere, appearing in front of me like an apparition, however I can feel the radiation between us, suggesting the realness of this moment. I sit up on the couch, as he rests beside me, not saying a single word. A waver, like a vignette that almost seems to glow, surrounds him.

He's beautiful. His eyes themselves are enough to pin me against the couch, the mist swirling within his irises only adding to the mystery that attracts me to him. He's like a fabled tale, that your mother tells you to avoid. The flawless sweep up the line of his jaw, to the structured perfection on his cheekbones.

Everything calls me to him. I fist the cloth of his shirt, drawing him in closer until I can feel his breath against my lips.

I shouldn't be doing this. But I can't stop.

He kisses me. The feeling of his lips against mine immediately locks into place a feeling that has been lingering in the back of my mind this entire time. The softness of his kiss increases to a more passionate, deep kiss. My fingers grip his broad shoulders, feeling him underneath my palms, while he holds my waist tightly, pulling me flush against him.

Falling back, he leans over me, running his hands across my body. I shiver, as they delve under my shirt, running across my skin. I know this is bad of me. In this position, I'm giving myself completely to him, but it's as if I can't help but throw myself at him completely.

"I want you so bad," I breathe, as he pulls away from the kiss, giving me a chance to breathe. He focuses his attention down my neck to my collarbone with a trail of bites and kisses.

I'm not sure where this is coming from.

I can feel him pushing my shirt up my body, and I don't stop him until it's off my head and I'm kissing him again. This is pure bliss. I don't care that we should stop and be sensible about this. I'm not kidding anyone pretending I haven't been attracted to Thought all this Time. I want him completely without anything getting in my way...

Until everything disappears, and I'm suddenly aware I'm waking up. This was a dream. An uncensored, incredible dream that I didn't want to end.

That is, until I realise Thought is actually here, staring at me.

"Oh...What's happening," I question, looking around at my surroundings. It suddenly dawns on me where I am and why I'm here. I came to see Thought and talk to him, and instead I feel asleep on his couch in the middle of his foyer. How could I be so foolish? After everything that has happened, I should have been aware of him arriving back her to at least explain why I came into his home in the first place.

I'm embarrassed...no, mortified at the dream I had. Just to add to all of this. Not to mention, to wetness that has gathered between my legs, only reiterating how I felt within my own thoughts. Why in the world would I dream about him in the first place?

"You were asleep," he murmurs, as I sit up properly. He stands from where he was kneeling on the ground in front of me, instead taking a seat beside me.

I turn my body to face him. "What time is it? Is this real?"

"This is very real," he tells me, looking concerned, although there's a suspicious twinkle in his eyes. "It's late. You clearly are exhausted. You were...you seemed upset, making noises in your sleep. I took a glance into your mind to ensure your nightmare wasn't too harrowing, and-"

"I need to go home," I cut him off.

Getting to my feet, I turn my head away to hide the flush of my cheeks. I'm not going to sit here with him knowing I just had a sexual dream about him in his own home. How is Della going to react when Thought tells her? She will never talk to me again. Being here to try break them up is bad enough, but I've never been interested in one of her boyfriends. What am I talking about, I'm not attracted to Thought. Am I?

"Woah. You're going to go home after I come home and find you asleep on my couch?" he questions, snagging the sleeve of my shirt to pull me to a stop. I turn back to face him, although I avoid his eyes. At least he's not making fun of me.

"I came here to talk to you but my head is all blurry," I explain. It's a lame excuse for being embarrassed and wanting to leave without turning back. "I'll come back...Maybe."

"I have a room for you to stay in if you need some sleep," Thought offers. I know he is trying to be kind, attempting to make me feel comfortable, but it's hardly working. The last thing I need is to sleep in a room in his house.

"No, I should-"

Thought cuts me off. "You're not leaving like this. So, either you talk to me about why you're here, or you sleep and tell me in the morning."

By the expression on his face, and the firmness of his tone, I know I'm not leaving at this hour. Defeated, I walk back and sit on the couch, letting my shoulder slouch as I loosen a sigh. Thought slowly approaches, but doesn't sit next to me. Instead he kneels down in front of me, like he had done when I first woke. It forces me to finally look into those silvery eyes.

"Don't act like you don't know already," I grumble. If he peeked into my head to see my dreams, then there's no way he hasn't tried to figure out why I'm here on his own violation.

"I made a promise that I wouldn't look through your mind without your permission," he tells me firmly, as if that's going to make me believe him. How would I know he's telling me the truth? "You are free to think as you wish."

I muster up a breath, knowing I need to get out why I'm here, while keeping Fate's demands in mind. "I want you to stop seeing your sister."

"Della, right?"

I can hardly believe he's looking genuinely confused. He's dating my sister and he's acting like he doesn't even know her name. Maybe he isn't acting, and he has a bunch of girls falling all over him behind the scenes. Just the thought of that makes my stomach turn.

I grit my teeth together. "All you immortals this disgusting."

"I'm sorry. Why do you not want me to be with your sister?" he questions, shaking his head as if he is just remembering.

"I know none of its sincere. I want you to stop leading here around. I know you can get whatever girl you like, but please leave her be. If you're manipulating her with your powers, I ask you kindly to please end this. I'll be happy to leave here without an explanation to why you are tormenting us, as long as you promise to leave Della alone," I tell him, hoping he can see in my eyes how serious I am about this.

Thought looks grim. "I don't want your sister, Luella."

Of course he doesn't. This is why I'm here to stop their relationship before Della actually gets invested. It might be nice to be with an immortal on paper, but they are devilish, spiteful creatures. That is, if she is actually in control of her emotions. Who knows what Thought is doing to her, but my suspicions are it won't make me very happy.

"Then why be with her? Why put her through all of this? I don't understand," I say, exasperated. After all I've been through, I just want to know why.

He shrugs. "I'll happily end our...relationship."

Relief. I didn't have to get angry at him and upset both Della and Fate. As much as I don't want to adhere to the demands of an immortal, I'm not about to cross him when it's so easy for him to end my life. I'm just grateful all it took was to ask him to end their relationship, or whatever it is considered. Honestly, I think he's just using her.

"Thank you. Why would you even do that in the first place?" I ask him, hoping for once I could get some honesty out of him.

"Because I wanted to get your attention," he tells me, his face straight, staring directly at me with a forward gaze that never falters. "This is all for you."

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