But in spite how I'm shouting that in my mind, I still couldn't bring myself to walk away from him, I couldn't bring myself to say the right words. I didn't know when did it start, but I just realized it as if a sudden lightning struck me.
"Fine. I'll give you this night. I will kill you soon, anyway," I said coldly like I'm not the least bit affection of all of this.
"Thank you." A sweet and gentle smile crept on his lips. His expression lightened up.
"Jasmine and vanilla," he suddenly said in the middle of our dance. I was all silent, hoping for my heart to calm down when he broke the silence between us.
"Jasmine and vanilla? What is that?" I asked him, confused by his words again.
"It's my favorite smell."
"And?"
"It's your scent."
I couldn't move. I couldn't say anything.
"Yes. You heard it right, Elena. I'm doing all of this because I want to be with you."
No. How is that possible? He has a fucking mate!
