SIMPLY PUT ✧ P.Lahote

"I think it must suck that you're stuck with me and only me for the rest of your life," she finally uttered, preferring not to look at him and out to the wild waters churning in front of them. "I think you must be resentful of the fact that I have a choice and you don't."

"Somewhat," he admitted squatting down beside her and trying not to breathe in her perfume. His head was already muddied and he didn't need it to be even more so. "It's a bit of a bitch to get used to, the phasing and all."

"And the Imprinting thing? Will you get used to that?"

He looked at her face for a moment, noting that the way the gray overcast turned her eyes a rich and mesmerizing brown. Blinking, he tore his gaze from her own to look out at the water.

"Will you?"