Paradise Loners

Chapter Nine

Chapter nine

My room was still dark even though my phone said it was ten. I pushed back the sheets and slid out of bed. I walked across the room the plush white carpet caressing my bare feet.

I went into the bathroom and squinted. I had forgotten to draw the blinds so the sun now flooded the bathroom when my eyes finally adjusted I went to work.

After I left the bathroom an hour later in only my robe I grabbed the empty wine bottle from the floor beside my bed and the wine glass and headed downstairs.

I left the glass and bottle on the counter and returned seconds later with another wine bottle only this one was full.

I placed it on the counter while I took out a glass.

"Drinking this early?"

I froze before turning to Lane.

"It's late somewhere else in the world," I stretched to take the bottle for him but he held it over his head.

Knowing that I wasn't tall enough I did the second best thing. I pouted.

"Why are you still here?" I asked and he shrugged, "You don't know?"

"I don't know," he admitted and I found it a struggle to be angry at him.

He mimicked my pout and I had to struggle twice as hard not to laugh.

"Shut up," I said shoving him.

"I didn't say anything."

"You did in your mind."

He raised his brows. "So you read minds now?"

"Yup," I nodded.

"What did I just think."

I put on my best concentrating look, "Hmmmm... oh my," I feigned astonishment and looked at him shocked.

He gestured for me to continue when I continued to stare at him.

"You think that Kristen is the most gorgeous being you had ever laid eyes on and ohhh  Mr. Trent I saw all the naugty things you want to do to me," I said in a pant and seventeenth century accent.

"Really?" he stepped forward intimidatingly.

"Hm hmmm."

"Well I just saw all the naugty things you want me to do to you."

I turned and ran before he could catch me. Even though I really wanted him to but nothing beats a good race before...
I ran through the sitting room and slid my small frame between a book case and the wall. It was a tight fit but it was an almost perfect hiding place.

The silence as I waited for Lane to find me was deafening. I had been there for about five minutes when I decided to change my hiding spot but the second I move he appeared.

"Hey," was all he said and I was screaming my head off.
I clutched my chest, "shit."

He reached for me and I shrank back.

"You can't stay in there forever," he taunted.

"Wanna bet," I said sliding sideways slowly so I could escape through the other side.

He smiled evilly and I stuck out my tongue when I reached the end and made a dash for the door. He grabbed me two steps from behind the bookcase and we both toppled to the floor.
So much for dashing.

"What prize do I get for winning," he said to himself outloud.

"I don't know... maybe prey," I shrugged from where I was pinned between h him and the think black carpet of the sitting room.

"I think I'd like that prize very much," he said leaning in to kiss me.

Everything was on fire after that and very hard to keep track of.

I was on top of him, he was on top of me. He was shirtless, we were still kissing. His hands were around my waist as he held me in his lap. My head was spinning, I was panting. My robe was opened and that made everything stop.

It was like turning on the light in a very dark room or a tank of water flooding a burning house.

I froze, he froze...we both froze.

I was completely naked in front of my mate who I had only known for a couple of weeks, not to mention that he is the first person I had ever been this intimate with.

And just like that all my boldness disappeared.

I pulled my robe together and stood up. I pulled my hands through my semi dried hair my mind scrambled.

Lane stood up and pulled me to him.

"Calm down," he said soothingly.

And I felt all my worries fade away.

"I'm sorry," I muttered.

"For what?" he asked.

"I don't know," I admitted and the laughter that filled the room made me smile, "shut up," I said.

I pulled away and he looked down at me with a frown, "I don't think I can keep this up any longer."

"Keep what up?"

"This," I said irritated waving my hands in the air frustrated, "This is all your fault. You just showed up out of no where and invited yourself in my life. You're everywhere but that's not enough. My friends are asking questions about you and I have no idea what to tell them... I can't do this anymore."

He looked emotionless but I could see the hurt in his eyes and I felt my heart break but that I know knew that most of the emotions I have been feeling since I've met him aren't mine but his.

I never ment to hurt him. I only wanted to be dramatic like the movies.

I flahed him a smile keeping my act up but the pain I was feeling in my chest seemed to be consuming me and for a second I wondered how he managed to still stand so straight and ignore the pain.

Tears ran down my cheeks faster than a river and my smile fell, "I accept," I said grabbing on to his hand for support. I felt on the verge of death.

"What?"

"I accept you," I repeated and he relaxed.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry I broke your heart, I didn't mean to."

  His frown emerged again.

"I felt it."

"You're empathetic?"

"I guess but I've only ever felt your emotions."

"That explains why you punched Zach, I wanted to do the same thing," he smiled, "I accept you as my mate."

A silver halo surrouded him after he said the words and for some reason I imagined us exchanging vows at our wedding.
I felt a burning on my left wrist which I now noticed glowed silver as well and a pattern was being printed into it.

I raised my hand closer to my face watching as the silver ink leave its mark, noting to myself that the same was happening to Lane.

At the center of a lot of intricate patterns laid a diamond shaped S, there was a star in the top diamond and a circle in the bottom. I had no idea what any of it ment.

"It's gorgeous," I breathed when the glow disappeared.