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~Rosie

I shouldn't be doing this, but I am anyway.

There's no denying the feeling of my mates kiss. I've read books about it, heard stories, but I never thought I would ever experience it, after I died. Especially not with an Immortal, who has a tight grip, full lips and the heady scent of something I cannot get enough of. Even if this is what I should have been avoiding.

The way he grabs me, holding my waist, pulling me against him as he fists my shirt, as if he wants to pull it off. The way he kisses me, too, is passionate, aggressive, stealing my breath away, leaving me gasping for air as he pulls away for a moment.

"I hate how good this feels," I murmur, as he kisses down my jaw, to my neck. It elicits shivers, which I can't control, no matter how hard I try.

"You haven't felt anything yet," comes his breathy reply.

Suddenly my back is against the wall, picture frames swinging behind me. Time grabs my wrists, and then my hands are above my head. My entire body feels like it's melting against him, molding to his form.

There's nothing innocent about this, nothing holding either of us back. As much as my rational mind tugs at the back of my head, demanding I step away and think about this from a distance...but God...just kissing him feels so right. It's like all my desires have been answered, and I've only been around him for such a short amount of time.

His kisses cease for a moment, as he pulls away from where he was giving my neck extra special attention, looking up at me with a lazy smile on his face, eyes glazed.

"I'm not going to fuck you. Yet," he breathes.

He pushes away from me, leaving me breathless against the wall, watching his departing back. Wiping my mouth, I quickly stand up properly, straightening my clothes.

"That was...Let's never do that again," I say firmly, wrapping my arms around myself. How could I be so weak, as to let him kiss me like that. He swept me off my feet, made me lowered my guard before I even had the chance to realise it.

Time pauses to look at me. "I could sense your regret. That's why I stopped."

His admission takes me by surprise. I watch him, as he wanders into the kitchen, before coming out with two glasses of water. When he hands me one, I take it warily. His lips are still slightly swollen, his cheeks flushed. But other than that, he looks completely untouched, unbothered by what just went on between us.

"It wasn't regret. It was disappointment, in myself," I tell him, taking a sip of the water. It seems to cool the burning heat that still swirls deep within my stomach.

Time glances at me, raising an eyebrow. "Disappointment."

"This wasn't meant to happen. Just because I've seen a few flashbacks to your old life, doesn't mean that I can trust you. It doesn't mean that I should stray from my initial plans," I comment, leaning my head against the wall in defeat. Time frowns as he falls into his seat, looking at me curiously.

"Initial plans? You've had plans this entire time?" he questions. He doesn't look offended, just curious. I shrug mindlessly. If waiting this out until I can get back to the current time to find my brothers is a plan, then so be it.

Getting up, I set my glass down on the coffee table before I sit close to him, but not too close. "I've had other reservations. Being distracted by you and this pesky mate bond was not, however, on my list of things to do."

"Interesting," he muses. "Now I know why you, have been so desperate to get away."

I tilt my head, giving him a deadpan look. "Partly. But again, I don't trust you. You could be a murderous freak like all immortals are. None of this changes anything."

"I don't expect it to, but I do hope it helps you understand me better. With time more things will be revealed, but it is essential I keep you out of Sinful's reach right now. He's dangerous when he wants something. All of us immortals are,"
Times sighs, sinking back into the couch. I shiver. Immortals are frightening, which is the prime reason why I struggle to trust him.

Standing up, I wrap my arms around myself. "I think I'm going to go to bed. I have a whole lot to think about."

Times nods, but appears skeptical. "Sleep well. Bedroom's on the right."

The bedroom, as I wander in, is set up well, everything laid out, as if this was prepared for my arrival. Shaking that thought out of my head, I sit down on the bed. The quilt is softer than I could imagine, I dark blue colour. Laying down, I close my eyes, trying to calm myself. This is a lot to deal with right now. Maybe I need to simply sleep this off.

Getting up, I open a dresser, pulling out some silken bedwear before moving into the shower. If only I could wash off what I witnessed tonight. Time might have explained the issue away, assured me of my worth, but I still feel empty inside.

Like the whole mate bond is a lie...

Turning the shower on, I undress slowly, watching myself in the mirror. We all have our secrets. I'm not sure why I'm so judgemental of Time's when mine is plastered across my entire body. Well, my mind half, at least.

It's a bluish colour, which to an untrained eye, might look like a birthmark. Up close, it's a pattern of sworls and lines.

It was given to me by a very bad man.

Time can't be trusted yet, no doubt. Sliding into the shower, I let the water run along me. He has been so gracious to me thus far, but would that continue if he saw what was traced along my body? I somehow doubt that. Either way, secrets are best kept to myself, which is how I will keep this.

Of course, that's no easy when I have a mate who can't keep his hands off of me. I suppose it goes the same way, although I can't let him distract me. I know what I want.

And that's my brothers back.

~Time

This was meant to be simple.

Right now, I don't expect her to trust me. She has no reason too, but thus far, she has seen parts of me that no one else has been allowed to see. Dark secrets an Immortals tends to keep to themself. Lucky enough, bastards like Fate and Karma weren't around to see what is worst to come. At least at this point. But that doesn't mean my mate doesn't have the right to know.

I sit on the balcony, letting the crisp air rustle my clothing, brush against my cheek. The same air I breathed a long, long time ago.

"Who would have known?" I say aloud, letting my voice drift away.

Because who would have? The moment I knew about my mates existence, I sat on it, brooded. There was no reason to be forward, impulsive. Yet here I am, as she lies asleep in the other room, blissfully aware of my past.

How bad I've been.

Standing, I swiftly find myself in her bedroom, leaning against the doorframe. She's asleep already, eyes closed, lips slightly parted. Those lips taste amazing. Was it Fate that made her to be so perfect? Every inch of her, from that perfect brunette hair to her soft skin, those eyelids hiding perfect green eyes behind them.

My footsteps are impossibly light, completely silent. She doesn't even stir, as I lay beside her. Not once do I get close enough to touch her, I simply watch.

"I've been watching you for a very long time, my love," I whisper. "Waiting."

I might not sound so endearing from someone outside our relationship - whatever this relationship is - but it's true. I've been waiting for this for a long time. What feels like eternity. And now that she's here, I don't know how to act.

Reaching out, I can't help but touch her skin, running my knuckles along her cheek. It's surreal, touching her. I've cut down her defenses, which I don't feel particularly guilty about. She's going to see things about me that is going to make her hate me, so I want her to try trust me as much as possible before she sees parts of me...I can't explain.

"Things will make sense," I breathe. "With time."

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