Rogue ✔

Chapter Twelve : Storytime

"Late night into morning coffee.
Burning through the hours
talking."

Paige and I spent the next few hours together, playing some silly get-to-know-you games. I learned about her family... Her time in prison and even her favorite color. It was red.

She asked me a few things too. I ended up telling her a few things about myself, about my childhood, my favorite foods, and how old I was. I was 22 and Paige was 20. Not that bad of an age gap...Phillip and his mate Vanessa were 4 years apart, and they were happy.

While she was telling me a story about crappy prison food, I watched her. She was more relaxed now, the tension had left her shoulders and she laid back on the bed, head resting on the pillows. Her honey blonde hair faned around her face, the golden strands of her fine hair shining in the dim light. She stared up at the ceiling as her lips moved rapidly. Her midnight eyes shifting back and forth as she told her story. The contrast of her light hair and dark eyes made her look exotic.

"... the slop was disgusting. It didn't taste like anything... but left a nasty aftertaste." She exclaimed. Her delicate hands floated around in the air, making wild hand gestures as she spoke,  reminding me of a child. "That should be the new torture method. Find a criminal who needs interrogation, threaten them with the prison slop."

I chuckled, she was funny too.

Paige POV

I didn't know what tomorrow would bring, and I wasn't sure that to wanted to know. What I did know, was that I didn't want this night to end.

I stared at Damian. I had met him for the first time, today. But I felt like I could have known him my whole life.

It was getting late, about 1 or 2 in the morning. I laid down on the bed and just talked. I truly hadn't talked to ANYONE in years. I never had a friend in prison, let alone a mate that I could love.  I missed talking. I missed having someone I could talk to.

I knew that I was blabbering, but it seemed like he didnt mind. We talked about everything and nothing, at the same time. It was wonderful.

"How did you find me?" I asked him. "How did you know I was in this hotel room?"

"Simple, I one of the hotels/motels in the outskirts of town. Then I called them up and asked if they were housing anyone by the name of 'Jane Castiel'. The first two said no. The third one said they did. You know the rest."

His soft lips moved into a large grin as he looked at me. I felt myself returning it. He went through all this trouble just to find me.

"You could have just given me your phone number..."

"Nah, where's the fun in that?" I laughed. My mate was funny.

Damian leaned back on the bed until we completely filled out the small bed frame. Our faces only inches apart. My breath hitched. His eyes ever so slowly drifted down to my lips.

My mouth suddenly felt dry. I licked my lips and watched as his chestnut eyes darkened with lust.  The gold flecks burned with intensity. Damian' s hand hesitantly reached out and gently brushed my cheek. His hand was warm, making my cheeks flush pink.

"You're so beautiful..." he sensually whispered. A shiver went down my spine as he slowly inched forwards. We were just a breath away from kissing. Yet... something was holding him back. He looked at me... almost... waiting.

I pushed my head forward the tiniest bit, just so that my lips were a shadow on his. So close, yet so far.

He took the hand that was on my cheek to pull me forward, deepening the kiss. His soft lips gently caressed my mouth, exploring every inch. It was heaven.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pushed my body against his. It's like we were made for each other, his body molded to mine, every slope, hill, and crevice of my body was fitted against his strong frame. I doubted that I have felt so satisfied on my life.

A small sigh escaped my mouth as we kissed. I felt him wrap his muscular arms around me, holding me tight to his chest. I smiled into the kiss. I gently bit down on his lower lip... that earned me a low sexy growl. I giggled.

Damian pulled away. "If you don't plan on mating in a cheap motel... I'd suggest we stop." I giggled, covering my mouth with the back of my hand. My lips still tingled from the best/only kiss of my life.

"Okay." I gave him a final peck to the lips.

I broke out of his grip and strutted over to the bathroom. I closed the door and caught myself in the mirror. My eyes were bright and shiny, my cheeks a rosy pink. I looked absolutely giddy. Kind of like a teenage girl when she just had the best make out session of her life.

I guess that's true on some level... that was my first kiss.

And it was a damn good one.

Damian POV

Holy shit.

I remained laid down on the bed. Still in the same position as when I kissed my adorable mate.

Oh god, the kiss...

I was ashamed how close I was to marking her. I yearned to do it, to claim her as mine. To make her my bride and have her grow old with me. I had never had a reaction like that with any other woman I've kissed. I closed my eyes and began to think of the future.

Mmm... Paige Annabell Eros.

The softness of her lips was permanently seared into my mind. The perfect rose color of her cheeks flashed in front of my eyes when I blinked. She was a creature sent here by the goddess herself, hand crafted to tempt me.

And I loved her for it.

Paige stepped out of the bathroom and flopped in the bed next to me, pushing the borders of my willpower.

She looked at me, her dark eyes shining with innocence. I sighed a deep breath of contentness. There was no where else in the world id rather be.