Bound

Confessions

I tell Vincent, "I'll go pack a bag real fast."

"Do that and then meet me back in the living room," he says. I tell him okay. I go and throw together a quick bag with a few outfits, sneakers, and a swimsuit. I grab my toiletries, too. I put my laptop in the bag, as well, in case I decide to work on the article. Let's face it, I'll work on the article. I don't know how not to work.

I put my bag by the front door and return to the living room, "My bag is by the door," I say.

He looks at me, "You live here, you don't need my permission to put your things anywhere."

"But..."

"Well, I'm not used to this or living with someone either," he says.

"Are we?"

"Doing the right thing? I think we are. I won't leave you, Eva," he says.

I ask, "What if you want to?" Yes, I feel pulled to him, but I don't want him to feel like he has to choose me.

He laughs, "You really have no clue what this is, do you?"

"I guess I don't," I say.

He smirks, "Seeing is believing, I've heard you say."

Now I laugh, "It usually is unless your eyes play tricks on you."

His smirk widens, "But neither of ours does."

I nod, "No, they don't."

He takes my hand and places it on his heart, "See my desire, Eva." I'm pulled into a vision. It's a room I haven't seen before. It's dark and lit by candlelight. Vanilla and Jasmine float in the air. There's music, it's soft and somewhat hypnotic, but beautiful and soothing. I've heard it somewhere before, but can't remember where. A white canopy hangs from the ceiling and drapes around the bed like a fog concealing all within. I force myself to walk to the bed and part the canopy. I feel nervous. Why the hell do I feel nervous? It's a vision, I never felt anything like this!

What I see shocks me, and I drop the link, "What was that?"

He looks me in the eyes, "Why does it surprise you so?"

"We are from different worlds," I tell him.

He says, "We were, but we share this one now."

Still shocked, "But I felt..."

"Your emotions, your genuine emotions. That's what scares you," he tells me, as he continues to speak, "This goes much deeper than what you had with Kevin. Nothing will replace that because it was genuine, but..."

I admit to him and myself, "He wasn't my destiny."

"No, our pasts brought us to where we are now," he says.

"I..." starts to question,n but he stops me.

He puts a finger to my lips, "Look into my eyes, and just speak the first thing that comes to your mind."

He removes his finger as I speak, "I locked the door and threw the key as far as I could. I closed my heart for good." The poem I recited talked about a woman throwing away the key to her heart, only for the man beside her to put the key into her palm. It let her know that he held the key to her heart all along. He pulls me close and kisses me sweetly, "My dear...my light...my girl." He caresses my cheek, and I melt into his touch. It's fire, it's ice, it's electric, and I've never felt anything like this. His eyes are mesmerizing, endless, sincere, and full of longing; not longing for a past, but for a future. He just called me his dear, his light, his girl. But he doesn't feel for anyone like that.