My defiant love

Chapter 14

Micah POV:

I check my watch, it's 02:03 AM, I scratch the nape of my neck because WHAT THE HELL!?

For the past days the urge to be near my mate has become stronger and stronger until this night I kept tossing around in bed, and no matter how many times or how long I closed my eyes I just couldn't fall asleep.

so right now I'm standing in an alley behind her apartment that I have circled around 3 times now. I can see her bedroom window from where I'm standing, the one I have been staring at for the past 10 minutes, but haven't moved.

Maybe I should just go and check on her to see she's ok and then I can leave afterwards, maybe that's what my mind wants me to do.

I walk around the area to see if there's something I can use because I won't just go knock on her front door and say "'surprise'".

This mate bond and the urges from it ain't getting easier with time, always pushing me to her, I bet she doesn't find it easy either to resist it.

Ok, her little apartment isn't that far away, only 2 floors, I can use this gutter for a little bit until I can stand on this the garage thing that's is right under her window.

I don't know how many gutters and houses I have climbed on in my lifetime, but I did do it often back in my younger days, gosh that makes me sound so fucking old.

I forgot how many arm muscles it takes to climb these. I climb until I can reach the gutter of the garage with my hands and use my strength to pull myself up onto the roof.

I lay there for a minute before I haul myself over to below her window, ok I have climbed a lot of mountains and walls in my past I should be able to figure this out. There was a little step out from her window with railing, I used that to climb up and sit on it so I could look inside.

My eyes immediately found her sleeping form on the bed sleeping soundly, she probably had work tomorrow, of course she had work tomorrow I knew that, my idiot self had used our hacking to stalk everything about her past and present.

Her window was a little ajar to let the air come in, I understand her it is very hot outside, but I wouldn't use that to go in. No no, I have manners.

I became alert when she made a noise only to see her rolling over on her side, phew. But the blanket is almost sliding off her.

I exhale a tired breath, I shouldn't go in there but I do wanna get close to her, even if she's only sleeping.

I do it, I slide the glass door open as quietly as I can and step inside and admire her room.

Not the biggest but a desk with some things on the left and a vase with the roses I gave her. A big bookshelf with books, I find the book I gave her, aww, I hope she liked it. And finally her bed with purple pillows and black sheets, where my beautiful little mate is sleeping soundly.

I admire her for a minute more and take a step closer. CRUNCH. I still and look down, I stepped in a candy wrapper. The sheets rustle, I step back to escape, I knew I shouldn't go inside no matter my urges.

"No, don't go" her sweet voice stops me on the window still. "Please".  It feels like forever I stand there, until at last I let out a breath and sink my shoulders.

I walk over to the other side of her bed and lift the blanket to scoot in. She's laying with her back to me and scoots just a little bit closer before falling asleep.

Under different circumstances and maybe in another life this would be a happy time where I would grab her waist and yank her back to my chest before falling asleep with my mate in my arms, but this is not different circumstances and different lives so the only thing I can think about while my mate sleeps mere inches from me is how I shouldn't be here.

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Quinn POV:

I wake up slowly, my eyes batting against the morning because I haven't yet bought blinds.

I lie there a little not really wanting to get up, until I remember my mate, god I was so grouchy and sleepy yesterday night, its lucky I managed to smell him or he would have been gone.

I stick my hand on the mattress behind to feel, only to feel nothing. I turn around and he's gone, nothing. I look around, nothing.

I'm so mad and sad that i don't even realize the rose on the mattress before I smacked my hand down on it's thorns. I look down, no note or anything, just a rose.

That day was the first day I ever threw one of his roses out.