Dead Heart [2]

Chapter 16

"Theodore," I softly whispered after a long, heavy silence. His head was still buried in the crook of my neck, his hot breathe fanning my skin.

He did not reply, still playing with a strand of my hair in his hand. I exhaled, shuddering under him as the icy wind pushed past against our wrapped forms. I was suddenly aware of our position which was not so adequate for a public place.

I blushed furiously while trying to remove my hands from around him but failed. Failed miserably since my heart denied to let him go. It was not in my hands, had never been in my hands.

He entered my life, made me addicted to him in a way. He left me without considering me and this clueless heart of mine kept me restless for months due to him. I did not know what this was, I did not exactly know what I wanted.

It was practically strange of me to be feeling this strong, restless desire for a person who ever tried to take revenge from me, for a person who believed that I was lying about being a victim of a rape attempt.

If I would behaved like a normal person, I should have left him after getting everything cleared... but I couldn't. It seemed so difficult to do even when it wasn't. I fell for Ashton but I should admit that it was just a like, not love.

He loved me and we agreed to marry when his parents proposed the idea of us being married forward. I never felt this strong urge to be with Ashton that I felt with Theodore. He surely was my best friend, my mentor who helped to get out of my traumatic stage after that incident nine years ago but he remained just that.

A friend, maybe more than friend but never lifemate.

Theodore felt like a lifemate who had trapped and seduced my soul and body but the thing was, he was not what I had always desired, he was not the one who could cherish them... and maybe I was also not the one for him who could pull him out of his darkness.

"Firefly?" My trance broke through his voice and I looked at him abruptly but hissed when my head hit his.

He looked up, lifting his head back but his arms still around me. He smirked and crashed his forehead with mine, making me wince. I glared at him and removed my arms from around him, rubbing my forehead.

"Why would you do that?" I hissed in disbelief, my lips forming a small pout.

He shrugged and got up, pulling me along with himself.

"Hello brother." We heard someone saying from behind us and we turned instantly.

My eyes squinted as I looked at a man who looked no more than twenty two or three. He had a thin cloth wrapped around his neck while he was in a shirt and ripped pants. Theodore's arm coiled around my waist, pulling me flush into him.

My cheeks tinged red and I bit my lip before looking at the man. He rubbed his neck nervously before looking back at us and grinning widely. He shot my husband a smile and ultimately his smile faltered after the gesture was not reciprocated. He turned his head to me and smiled softly.