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I start to hyperventilate, but I’m dimly aware enough to remember that every time I let out anything resembling a sound of distress, this guy goes nuts.
My mate doesn’t simply fear touch. The other half of my soul fears the touch of my very skin.
Sometimes, I lightly hold the strands between my fingers as I soothe her with words and I pretend that I am holding her. This too helps me rest. But pretending is all I can do.
He’s dreamed about the events of my life. I’ve loved his special voice—the voice he only uses for me apparently—for forever. Somehow, we ‘met’ with an expanse of who-knows-how-many galaxies between us. In our dreams. That’s got to be more than coincidence. But what it is… I still don’t know. Or I’m just afraid to look. To see.
My eyes well up at that. He bends to examine me, worried. “What is so wrong, my Callie?” And my eyes spill over at that. “Z,” I croak. “I’m broken.”
Perhaps if people carried around punching bags the world would be a happier place. I would be happy if I was allowed to sock someone in the bag every time they annoyed me.
Instinctively, I recognize the significance of what she has done. In front of everyone. My female just claimed me.
can only manage to whisper what the deepest, darkest part of me keeps saying. "You deserve better than this. I'm a mess. One day you're going to get tired, and I won't blame you. I want you to know that.”
"You expect me to abandon you? Wouldn't blame me for abandoning you?” He shakes his head. “Callie, you don't need me. You've proven you can make a life without me. But, my little dream, there is no scenario in which I don't choose you. I will not live my life without you."
did inflict punishment on him for upsetting you.” My heart withers a little at the thought. “Zadeon, he didn’t mean—” “I am well aware he didn’t intend there to be harm. But just as I burned him and there will be no permanent damage, it still hurts, and he’ll remember that.”
“I’ve had more opportunity than most but I never wanted to. I am yours. I have always been yours.” There’s no shame in admitting that I’ve never been with a female—it is the reality for most males. Females are a rarity nearly everywhere.
“Why not any of them?” “They weren’t you.” She grabs my tail and stills it. “What am I?” I revel in her touch. “The other half of my soul.”
The defeated go down, but victors take their scars and live to fight another day.”
“Hear me: she HATES how he was conceived—but she LOVES him. She wants him to be ours, wishes it—she just needs to see he IS.” I swallow to get control of the tremor in my throat. “He already is.” Her eyes are full of sympathy. “I don't know what to tell you except... tell her that.”
“You came from worlds and worlds away, Callie. I searched for you my whole life, but couldn’t reach you. You came through hell—but you made the trek across the stars to me. I don’t believe the incredibleness of our story ends here, dream. We’ll make a good life together. And we’ll raise this little one right. He’ll grow up seeing the love we have between us.” He pats my stomach. “He’ll grow up feeling the love we have for him.”
“It's a baby,” she corrects softly. “YOUR baby. My baby.” My voice catches, causing her eyes to bounce to mine. She bursts into harder tears. “But it isn’t your baby!” “HE IS.” Carefully, I use both hands to lift him.
