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I can’t quite voice the words I want to say but my response swirls round my brain, words I never thought I’d feel let alone be tempted to say.
Me too.
CHAPTER 19
AURORA
Ty and I sleep through the night in a tangled mess of limbs. His story had left me raw, his grief was so like my own, only with a suffocating amount of guilt too. I hadn’t let him see the tears I shed for him as we’d folded ourselves together underneath the covers.
He’d fallen asleep before me as I’d gently stroked my fingers through his hair in some effort to soothe him. In the twelve hours or so we’d spent together, we’d gone from strangers to pouring our souls out to each other.
Seems weird I know, but it’s like I’ve known him my whole life. His presence just settles something in me, a deep yearning I hadn’t recognised until he came into my life. Knowing more about him, sharing these intimate moments, have only strengthened the feelings I have for him.
“I want you to be mine.”
He’d said it during that heated conversation where I’d tried to run. He hadn’t made any kind of move since, but my interest had now completely surpassed crush and was bordering obsession. It was so fast it was stupid.
I had way too much information to process, a new identity to explore -Likebeing afucking vampire.I shouldn’t be contemplating a romantic relationship on top of everything else.
But I was. My body welcomed his heat, his gaze. Gods, whenever our eyes met my insides melted and burned.
My heart beats out of rhythm as Ty’s arm around my waist grips tighter. I dip my nose into the thick curls on his head and inhale, already his scent has become a crux I don’t want to lose. The solid mass of him curled around me brings me a comfort I haven’t felt since before the crash. I’d also slept more in the last day than I had in weeks, the nightmare being completely absent. Between that, and the blood I drank, I’m more rested and able to function than I have been in so long.
I keep mulling over the strange feeling as I unconsciousness pulls me under once more.
I wake a little while later to find the bed cold. For a second I think it was all a fever dream. But as I inhale and I can still smell him on my sheets. I curl a fist around them, scrunching the duvet up around me, as if some of his heat could still be there. It's cold though, telling me he must’ve left a while ago.
Blinking the sleep from my eyes I sit up, grabbing my phone from the floor. As it unlocks the notes app is open, a new message on the screen.
I didn’t want to wake you. I have to return to the pack. Stay safe and hidden. I will be back as soon as I can. I’ve left a blood packet for you in your desk drawer for today - your stalker
My stomach hollows. I don’t know what I wanted to read but there’s no mention of what we went through yesterday. I wonder if he feels the same sense of peace it brought me.
I stare at the screen long enough it turns off. I tap it and unlock it again, entering my password.Hang on a minute.
I jump to the text app and click on stalker.
How do you know my phone’s passcode?
I hit send, then remember the last part of the note. I leap from the bed and dash to the desk. Sure enough, inside the top drawer is a packet of blood. I’m staring at the packet in my hand, the blood sloshing around inside, as my phone pings. Tossing the pack back in the drawer I grab my phone from the bed.
Red’s Stalker: My stalking abilities know no boundaries Red.
That should be creepy as hell but I smile.
Thank you for the blood.
I type and send. Then add,
And thanks for yesterday, I’m glad we finally talked.
I hit the delete key repeatedly.
Yesterday was both the worst and best day I’ve had in a long time.
Delete.
I loved meeting your shadows.
