Child of Prophecy {#Multimedia}

Chapter 15

Chapter 15

A few hours later, Keenan and I are still lying in his bed. We haven't said anything, but it is a very comfortable silence. He is playing with my hair again–a habit of his that I am really starting to love. I have my eyes closed as I softly trace circles on his chest. When he finally speaks, I can feel the rumble of his deep voice vibrating in his chest.

"Farrah, why did you turn off your side of the bond?" he asks. I can feel the ping of hurt as he asks and guilt washes over me.

"Because I didn't want to feel what you were feeling," I answer, before sighing and sitting up, so I can look at him while I talk. "I could feel what you were feeling at seeing Anita again and it was driving me insane trying to figure out the thoughts behind the feelings."

He frowns. "What did you feel?"

"I could feel that you love her," he opens his mouth to protest, but I cut him off. "I know that you don't love her in a romantic way anymore, but you do still love her. And I could feel regret. Trying to figure out what exactly you were regretting, while trying to repress the natural inclination to guard what was mine was not going over well. So, I shut off your side so I wouldn't have to think about." He stares at me for a moment, taking in my expression and probably analyzing my emotions before he speaks again.

"Farrah, I do love Anita, but I love her like a friend now," he says. "The regret was not that I regretted not being with her, or not being able to mate with her. I don't. I did, but the moment I met you I stopped. What I regret is not being able to help her." He runs his fingers through his hair. "I know you saw some of what happened, but she never wanted to be a High Priestess. That job sucks ass. I wish I could have helped her not have to do that, but not at the expense of being with you."

I lean forward and brush my lips against his. "I know that...but it's still nice to hear you say that." He smiles my favorite lopsided grin before pressing his lips firmly against mine. The kiss stops at just a kiss, but I think I needed that more than I realized. It's a nice confirmation of who he belongs to. Me, just in case there is any confusion.

"Since we are on the subject of exes," he begins as he pulls away, "who was the boy I saw in your memories?" I know immediately who he's talking about, and I feel my whole face turn red. I really don't want to talk about this.

"Uh, he was human. His name was Daniel," I say, oh so eloquently. "He's somewhere in California now."

"He was the boy you lost your virginity to, wasn't he?" I bite my lip and nod slightly, watching his reaction. Keenan's face darkens, and he doesn't say anything for a few moments. Then, "I see what you were talking about. Logically, I know that he is no longer a threat, but I still want to mark my territory."

I roll my eyes at him. "It sounds like you want to pee on me like a friggin' dog and a fire hydrant." He laughs before he sobers up and gives me a very suggestive look that sends a burst of heat straight to my nether regions.

"Cupcake, I have better things to do with my–"

"Keenan!" I shriek over his next word.

"–than pee on you," he finishes with a smirk. I go to slap his chest chidingly, but he grabs my hand and brings it to his lips, kissing my palm. The same one I cut earlier. His mood turns serious. "I'm sorry about their stupid fucking 'test'."

I caress his jaw and he leans into my hand. "You have nothing to apologize for, babe. It's over now anyway." He grins at me, pulling me into his chest. I snuggle up against his side, loving how perfectly I fit into him.

"I love it when you call me that," he says, his lips on my hair.

"Better than 'lug'?"

"Much better," I laugh and drape an arm across his waist. "Just for closure, we can establish that there is no reason to feel any threat from any ex-relationships. Yours or mine?"