Nefretiri
"No," Suddenly, I pushed away from him, falling off the swing and landing in the sand. Then, before he could react, I was on my feet, running away.
I couldn't explain why I'd done that to myself, let alone to Ivan. It wasn't out of fear. I could never be afraid of my soulmate. He was the other half of me. We fit together perfectly, but why had I run from his kiss? The answer was even stranger than the question itself. I wanted him to chase me.
No, that was wrong. I didn't want him to chase me. I needed him to. Was I out of my mind? Yes, I had to be. Who wants their lover to chase them like a hunter does his prey?
'I do,' I told myself when I stopped at the other side of the slide and turned to face him. Would he chase me or stand there?
