Caraphernelia {BOYXBOY}

Chapter Seven

My memory is the worst, but when it comes to you, I'm like an elephant. I remember your long and sleek golden hair, the way it reached just below your shoulders and you always pushed it behind your ears. Your lips used to do the cutest thing ever – they pulled into a devilish and wicked smirk which sent chills down my spine. It may have seemed strange to many, if they were to see it, yet it was the sexiest thing ever in my eyes. You're not like anyone I've known before. Your Face is the epitome of Angelic, my dearest Love, it is something that Can never be taken for granted. If anyone had told me that my mate was sex On legs, I would Never have believed them.

Thank you.

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As I opened my eyes, everything was blurry since my eyes had to adjust to the incoming light. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and noticed that I had a soft duvet covering me. The next thing I noticed was that I wasn't in my room. I immediately sat up and looked around. The room was huge. The walls were painted a baby yellow colour and the furniture looked old and dusty. A vase of sunflowers stood across the room, by the window. They seemed new, as if they had just been freshly plucked from the ground. It contrasted the room, since it was the only sign of life in the room.

"Erm hey", a deep and dark voice had cut my thoughts off. My head immediately turned 90 degrees to the figure that had been leaning against the doorframe. I scrambled to pull the covers over me and jumped off the bed, which had led to my dismay since I ended up tripping over the covers. He didn't startle me – it was more that I hadn't expected such a handsome man to have kidnapped me.

I could hear his steps approaching me, but I made little attempt to move. I've seen this in movies before – there was no point in trying to escape, he'd probably just punish me for trying to escape. My body went stiff at the thought and I couldn't help but close my eyes when he extended his arm down to me. I heard him sigh and then cleared his throat. If Kate was here, she'd probably – wait...

"Where's Kate and John?", I asked and opened my eyes, no more fearing that his looks would melt me. I took into account his face, now that he was closer. His arm was still extended. I covered my mouth in shock and could feel tears build up.

"You", I nervously said and swatted his arm as I stood up.

"Firstly, I took care of your friends. Secondly, yes me. I thought you'd have forgotten about me", his sea blue eyes pierced into my eyes, and I couldn't help but look down in submission.

"Took care of my friends", the sheeting that was pooled around my feet became interesting until I realised what he meant, "DID YOU KILL THEM?", my voice had boomed louder than I had expected, and I stomped my way across to him and glared at him. He was so tall, that I could feel myself shrinking. He smirked and began to laugh, his black curls, well now they're blond, fell across his face.

"No, Fabian Clarke. They're literally sitting in the kitchen and eating. We were waiting for you to wake up", the way he said my name had sent a wave of warmth through my chest. I blushed at my words and looked down in embarrassment. I started picking at my fingers as I felt him getting closer to me.

"Don't ever look down when you're talking to me. I don't want someone who's submissive, I want an equal. That's what we are, okay?", his minty breath fanned against me and I couldn't help but breathe it in and look at him. I realised what he was talking about. Us being mates.

We were so close to each other that if I leaned up, I'd have kissed him. I couldn't be thinking about that though. I barely know him. I didn't even know his name. Speaking of which, I took a few steps back and kept eye contact. Those eyes of his though – they were ocean deep; its blueness could take me under like a tide. He wore a formal white long sleeved shirt and black dress pants. I felt a blush crawl upon my cheeks as I checked him out which made him grin.