Secret Love

CHAPTER 3

ephemeral

ɪˈfɛm(ə)r(ə)l,ɪˈfiːm(ə)r(ə)l/

adjective

lasting for a very short time.

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Leslie

He was laying there, knocked out once again. I didn't think it was a very deep sleep. He was moving frequently, turning his head away from something in his dream.

I sat down in the chair which I pushed back a foot.

I wanted to say he was peaceful, but he was sweaty and was probably having a nightmare.

My wolf stirred.

She wanted to wake him up.

To free him from his demons which were haunting him.

"If he had the balls to leave us like that, he has the balls to slay whatever monster is consuming his thoughts," I bit back to her. "I'll let him be."

But the dreams weren't getting any better.

Out of pity I checked on his wounds, but those were healing slowly.

The poison probably damaged his leg. He was probably bed-bound for a while.

"No!" He screamed and shot up, immediately hissing at the pain.

His eyelids flew open and he frantically searched around the room. He was breathing heavily, stiffening when he noticed me by his bedside.

It was quiet for a moment, which lasted forever. A moment of staring into those deep brown eyes and he into my blue ones.

It's like everything connected again.

Like a deep breath of fresh air.

Air which I had been deprived of for so long.

"It's you," he breathed.

I chose to stay quiet than do what I really wanted to do.

"Kiss him," my wolf urged.

No.

"I'd rather yell at him," I retorted

He seemed at loss for words and looked down at his lap.

"Look," he said, avoiding my stare. "I want to thank you for helping me," he mumbled. "So... thank you."

"Thank you?!"

"Thank you."

"That's all he's saying?"

"Was he serious?"

I expected a lot coming from him, but this wasn't one of them.

I continued to be silent, looking at his leg and reaching for some clean bandages.

I was purposely avoiding his eyes now. He didn't deserve me or my forgiveness.

"Hey, you can talk to me, you know?" He said sitting back, still trying to catch his breath.

My breathing quickened and I felt my blood starting to boil.

"Leslie," he whispered and lied his hand on mine when I didn't look up from his leg.

The contact made my skin tingle and crawl at the same time.

My name rolled off of his tongue perfectly.