Deviant Fate

12 - Turning Point

-Gweneria Sol-

The conversation from earlier ended with neither of us fully content. He wanted me to fully submit to him, and I wanted him to change his misogynistic traditions. A compromise will be difficult to settle on, but we both agreed to try, I think.

Arow opted for a shower while I offered to cook something. I offered. If he was a decent person I would have always offered. Instead he wanted to be a piece of shit, demanding this or that the second her barged in. He chose to make it irritating and complicated. But, today is a new day and we both agreed to try. I'll try not to call him names if he tried not to be a dick head. Simple enough.

Searching the fridge, I pulled different kinds of food out, indecisive on what to eat. Arowin came out and jumped up to sit on the counter. Popping a grape into his mouth, he winked at me.

That small gesture made my heart flutter for a split second. I don't know how to react around him now. I'm so used to having some quick comeback or snide name to call him.

"So what are we eating?" He asked casually.

"I can't decide. What are you in the mood for?"

He looked up in thought and smiled down at me.

"Cake."

I raised an eyebrow at him. What in the hell is he talking about? Cake? It's ten in the morning and he wants to eat cake? I let out a small giggle and shook my head.

"We haven't eaten anything today, and you want to eat cake?" I asked confoundedly.

"Why not?" He said with a smile.

He seemed so different. It was almost alarming how he could change so drastically. I shouldn't be complaining I guess, it's better he's this way rather than a psycho. With everything out on the counter I looked up at him with an expecting look.

"Well get down so we can get started?"

He shot me a confused stare.

"Oh you thought I was just going to do everything for you?" I scoffed lightly. "You're going to help."

Patting his thigh encouragingly, I ushered him to get down. He gave me a strange stare but eventually jumped down and followed me to the other counter. It was actually quiet, quietly cooking together. Every once in a while he'd look at me with a questioning face, and I'd show him what to do next.

As I finished with the wet ingredients, I looked over to see how he was doing with the dry ingredients. A giggle escaped my lips as I noticed he managed to get flour all over his shirt and somehow on his chin.

"I think you missed the bowl." I laughed as I rubbed the flour off his chin.

His eyes never left mine as I stood in front of him. Wrapping his arms around me, he set his hands on my lower back.

"I love your laugh." He said deeply, staring intently into my eyes.

I felt my face heat up and I quickly turned my face out of his view. He picked me up and sat me on the counter in front of him. Entangling his hands in my hair, he began parading kisses all over my face. Giggling, I tried to push him away as his lips tickled my face.

"You've exceeded the kissing limit!" I cried trying to contain my laughter.

"There is no such limit, little love."

"Little love?" I questioned, taken aback.

"You're little and my love." He stated as if it were obvious.

Heat flooded my face and my eyes widened as I stared up at him. Love? We only just met. Was love possible this fast? Was it genuine? I felt things for him, but was it love yet? Would it turn into love eventually? I didn't know what to say.

"You don't have to say anything, Gwen. I know I love you. And I'll spend all my life proving it to you."

His words made me smile, but I still held a bit of uncertainty. I hope I can experience loving someone. I just hope it doesn't come at the cost of getting my heart broken. But I guess that's everyone's fear. No one wants to have their heart broken. It's a risk everyone take's, and in this moment, looking into his eyes, seeing pure affection, I wanted to take the risk.

I wanted to love passionately and with my whole heart. Here he stood, professing his love to me. I couldn't help but feel warm inside. Although, I was surprised he didn't want me to say it back. I haven't seen his kind of patience from him.

If he's willing to 'spend his life proving it to me' then maybe he's willing to make sure I'm happy. Whatever happens, happens. If I fall in love then it was meant to be. I still stand behind leaving if I feel he's not treating me right though. I wanted to be all in, but that doesn't mean throwing all my principles out the window.

"I don't know what feelings I have for you, but I know something's there. I'm scared, but before I met you, I thought I would never have the option to love or be loved. I don't know where this will go, but I'm willing to find out if you're like this all the time." I smiled weakly.

Almost immediately after I spoke, he smashed his lips onto mine in a feverish kiss. Full of passion and lust. This may or may not be the right decision, but for now, I'm following my heart.