This is part TWO of the same book under the same title.
Tora never asked to be a Lunos and he certainly didn't ask for three mates.
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As the weakest member of his house, Tora has always been a lone wolf. He's never been the smartest, the bravest...
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~Tora~
"So I was thinking of going away for a few days,"
I mention to Galen as while Casper, Noah, and Alexei mess around the soccer goal while Waylon cradles a sleeping Jude on the small porch swing while I plopped myself down to Galen on the stairs.
"Oh yeah?" Galen asks, chipping away at the peeling paint on the banister with his thumb while avoiding eye contact.
"Well I still have to write my vows for our wedding and I thought it might be nice to get away from the city. Get a breath of fresh air in the woods, Casper once mentioned something about a cabin in the woods. I want to go there," I try to be as direct as possible and he nods, not arguing with me.
"I'm sure Casper would love to take you, it would be nice for you two to get out," Galen sighs and even with the fog in our link I can feel the pain in his heart as he says this.
"No dummy, I want you to come with me," I mention and he stops chipping the paint and is taken by surprise as I try to get closer to him, but he shifts away.
"I-um. I don't know if I can leave my position for a few days, a lot can happen Tora and it wouldn't be very responsible of me. But I'm sure Micah or Casper can do it," Galen quickly tries to make excuses to get out of it, but I'm not letting him go.
"Galen, I don't ask for a lot from you, but this? This I'm not budging on. We can do this the easy way where you simply agree or the hard way where I get other people involved and you're forced to go anyway," I threaten and Galen sighs, still refusing to make any eye contact with me.
"Please? Just for three days. It's not that long and I don't even think they'll notice your gone," I plead and he just nods in his agreement. I awkwardly twiddle my own thumbs for a moment, remembering the chessboard and the careful planning, but all of that planning didn't help with these conversations.
"I miss you, a lot. I miss the boy you used to be," I mention, partially hoping he hadn't heard me, but he does. There's a conflict in his mind, a war that only he can fight and I see it in the hesitation when he lifts his hand and wraps it around my waist.
"I'm still here," He gently whispers and I feel my eyes water, blaming it on the pregnancy as I melt into him and sigh.
"And I still love you," I tell him, but he doesn't say it back and honestly, he doesn't have to. I know from his gentle touch and the way he pulls me close that his love is overflowing, but he's holding back.
And I'll have three days to change that.
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"Your taste in old music really hasn't changed, come on Micah it's over 100 years old,"
