Finding Your True Mate

Chapter 12

Michelle's POV

I’m lying on my side in Derek’s bed just thinking. I don’t honestly believe that someone was trying to kill me. I mean why would they? Before the car accident I was a normal girl living her life. Waking up at 7 in the morning to get to class by 8 and then coming home to an empty house around 5. So then why would Derek tell me that someone wants me dead?

I feel the bed dip and instantly know that it’s Derek. He places his hand on my shoulder and turns me so I’m looking up at him. "What are you thinking about?" I don’t want to lie to him, but I also don’t want to bring up this topic. I sigh as Derek caresses my arm softly.

"Our conversation in the woods earlier."

"I meant what I said. I don’t want to lose you because you’re so special to me."

"But that’s the thing... How can you care so much for someone when you hardly know a single thing about them?" He sighs and gets out of bed and paces the floor. He doesn't say anything, but the way he runs his hand through his hair tells me he's frustrated and annoyed

"Why is it always the same topic with you? We always come back to this and it drives me crazy. I thought we cleared this up in the woods when we kissed.  You’re my mate Michelle, and we have forever to get to learn about each other." I look away and feel so confused at this point with everything. I feel like maybe Derek is right, but at the same time I feel as if we should spend some time apart from each other.

"Look, I’m sorry I feel this way. I’m sorry if I ask questions, but growing up as a human you don’t believe in mates or whatever. You fall in love with a person by getting to know them." He stopped moving and looked up at me. His eyes were radiating sadness and confusion and then acceptance.

"What do you want Michelle? You want to take this slow? You want to do this the old fashion way even though you feel what I feel. "

"I want to go home.” I looked up in his eyes.

"Is that what you really want?”

"No...Yes...Maybe....The only reason I need to go home anyways is to meet whoever the hell my dad said would help me answer some questions. I know what you’re talking about. This connection between us I can feel it too, but the difference is I’m only affected by it when I’m around you. I want to see how it’s going to affect us not being near each other all the time. “He gives me a skeptical look and I feel like I just spoke to him in a different language to be honest and I don’t like it when people don’t understand stand what I just said because it’s like I sound stupid.

He walks up to the side of the bed where I’m sleeping and I hug my knees to my chest. He sits on the spot where my legs were occupying the bed and lays his hand on my knee. He runs his thumb back and forth and that physical contact is all I need to be reassured that he trusts me in making the right choice. I don't want to leave him, but I need to see what and who is out there.

"I’ll take you to your house tomorrow in the morning. You already have my number programmed in your phone so whatever you need I'm just a phone call away." I could feel the sincerity in his voice so I knew he was telling the truth. The more he acts like this the more my heart opens up to him and I get scared. I can’t get close to him.