Lowell
"I have to go,'' he opens his eyes as he turns in the direction of the building. I grab his hand gently because I am not ready to let him go.
"Is that what you want?''
He shakes his head immediately. I don't need his words because I can see them in his eyes.
"My father did something to my wolf. I don't feel him anymore,'' he tells me. I don't know what he means, I don't know what he is going through, but I want to help him.
I wish I could make it easier for him.
He uses his other hand to wipe the tears from his face as I pull him closer to me. "My wolf was the one thing I could rely on, but ever since I met you, I don't know anymore.''
He wants to put the blame on me, and I will take it all. If that would make him feel better.
I look at him and his eyes move away from me. He is fighting this, and I understand.
I understand what this means for him.
"How do we make things better?'' I ask him because I wanted to know the truth. I want to help make things better for him.
"I have to choose her because that is the only way we will be on the same page again.''
Choose her?
Meaning Ash?
Fuck.
"She is not the one for you,'' I grab his hands in mine and he doesn't fight me. He doesn't push me away, and that makes me feel like I am on top of the world. Just a touch from this man and I am a mess.
Fucking hell.
"Are you the one?'' he bats his lashes as he looks up at me.
What does he want me to say?
I know that he is mine.
I know that he is the one for me, but he is the only one that can answer that question for himself.
"I think I am in love with you. I think you are the one that mends my broken heart,'' I pull his hand up until it rests on my chest and he watches me, quietly.
"You can't love me, it makes no sense.''
"Why not?''
"I have a mate, your sister,'' he reminds me, even though I don't even want to think about Ashina right now.
"Do you want to be with her?''
He looks away from me but I catch the answer in his eyes.
"Do you want to be with me?'' I add.
He sighs.
I am doing the most, and maybe this is not the way to handle this with him.
"More than anything on this earth," he confesses.
My heart swells against my chest.
That brings a smile to my face.
"I can't let you go,'' I tell him honestly.
He nods, "I don't want to either, but I need time to figure this out. Can you give me some time?"
I nod.
"We leave this place tomorrow. I am scared that I will not see you again." I voiced my fears.
"Give me your phone,'' he stretches his hand out and I bring out my phone from my pocket. He takes it and types something, then gives me back my phone.
"I will call you, if you miss me, you can call me too,'' he smiles for the first time tonight, and my heart dances excitedly just from seeing his smile.
I want to kiss him, but I don't know if that is the best thing right now.
"Don't choose her,'' I beg him one last time.
He leans closer and I wait for him to do something. I wait for him to touch me, kiss me. Anything to know that he feels all the things I feel.
"You are still so beautiful,'' he blurts out instead, still smiling.
My hands pull him closer and he doesn't fight me. I rest my forehead on him, he closes his eyes lightly, slowly, and we both tremble, as I feel his lips just inches away from mine.
This is tempting, but I need him to make the first move. I need him to kiss me first. He takes his time, and even though it is only a couple of seconds, it feels like hours. The minute his lips press against mine, I lose all control. My hand holds him tighter as my tongue slides into his mouth. His mouth is soft and his tongue moves in synergy with mine. His hands are on my waist, pulling me closer to him. I forget that we are outside, that anyone could just walk out on us.
I forget it all as he kisses me like this is the last time.
Like there is no tomorrow.
I am lost in him. I forget to breathe.
I forget that this might just be the last time I will ever hold him. That we might never get a kiss like this again.
"I love you too,'' he moans into my mouth. I needed those words to survive. Those words that I didn't even know could make me feel this way.
He loves me too.
I kiss him harder and he doesn't fight me, he melts into my mouth like a soft piece of candy. The most delicious snack I have ever had.
I take the kiss deep and pull him closer to me putting my hands in his hair. We are devouring each other, in the middle of the compound. His moans fill my ears, completely erasing everything out of me.
I get lost in him until I hear the slight cough and the voice of a man.
"Colin.''
He stiffens against my touch and I realize that we weren't careful enough as I pull back and see Beau Foxly and boy does he look mad.
"Get your hands off my son,'' he growls and I have never cowered in front of anyone. I have never been afraid in my life, of anything but the look this man has on his face is murderous.
"Dad,'' Colin exhales as he jumps away from me.
Okay, I guess it is safe to say that I will never win him over.
Great.