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ARI“I don’t have control over a lot of things. I was born for the title, my life is to serve and protect the pack, and yet, I have never wanted to serve and protect anyone or anything more than I want to do to you.“I am dedicating my life to you, Ari Silvers, if you will have me. I will be with you, run away with you, stay by your side, and help you-““zade,” I choke out in a whisper. “Stop, you don’t know what you are saying.” “You’re scaring me zade,” I whisper as it try to tug my hand out of his grip but he doesn’t let go.My heart is hammering in my chest. He doesn’t mean it…. he can’t be truly saying all of this and meaning it.“I want you, I need you. Please, Ari.”“You asked me why I haven’t asked you to be my girlfriend. You are my mate, you are the person I am spending my life with. I am ready to love you and on
ARI“Wait.”We are at the gate and I can’t seem to want to return to the house.Zade looks at me, concerned. “What’s wrong?”“Nothing,” I shake my head. “I just… I don’t want to go back inside just yet. Take a walk with me?”“Sure,” his dimpled smile shines even under the moonlight.He is holding my hand, my palm fitting so well on his. I feel safe but anxious because of all that is about to happen.“Don’t be nervous. I can taste it.”“It’s hard not to be,” I exhale sharply.“It’s about us, and you should know I care about you and I wouldn’t do something to hurt you.”That is not exactly the same as saying things I am hoping to hear. I hate how insecure I am, how hard I try to act and be unaffected, but end up in the same place.With feelings out of my reach. Out of my control.I have not been loved like this, held like this, before, and yes, he hurt me when I was so vulnerable. It still hurts, but I know that for me to open myself up for more, I need to let go of the hurt, because I
ARI“How much did I say last night when I was drunk?”Zade chuckles as his fingers card through my hair. We are lying on the floor, naked, sweat sticking on our skin, but we don’t want to move. Right here, it’s perfect like this.“You said many things and then threw up on my shoes.”“Ow,” I grimace. “Sorry about that. I will buy you new ones.”“I don’t need you to buy me anything.”“Because you can afford it all on your own?” I roll my eyes, but I am grinning.“That and because I don’t want you to feel sorry about anything. Now that we are done with that,” he raises on his elbow, looking at me with those sinful grey eyes, hooded and heated. All because of me. “Can I kiss you again?”“Just a kiss?” I tease.“I can make love to you again, over and over until you beg me to stop,” he murmurs, his lips tracing my jawline. I sigh, closing my eyes as I follow the feeling.“Mmh, yes, you can do that. And then later you can tell me what you have planned for us this summer.”“I will,” I can fee
ARIThe food is everything.Perhaps it is so because of the unspoken things that are floating around us. We both haven’t said anything for a while now. Weirdly, it isn't uncomfortable.Yes, there is tension, but I can't ignore that I feel comfortable, safe, even whenever I am around him. I don’t feel like I have to fill the void with anything. The silence is there, yes, there is tension between us, but it's something that we both can't handle.I don’t move, not after I have finished, and I look at his hands where they are beside his empty plate. He finished a while ago and has been keeping me company as we eat in silence.It's when he makes a move to take the bowl, and I happen to have reached out to take it, meaning to take it to the sink, that our hands touch again.His fingers are around mine. His hand is big enough to cover the whole of mine. We don't move, and once again, my sole focus is on the point where we are touching.His fingers move an inch, and I barely hold in a gasp. Z
ARISomething is warm.Deliciously warm. I can’t help but get closer to it, the warmth and nuzzle into it. It smells really good, too. The scent is making me happy, it's making me feel giddy despite the sleepiness. I want to get under, fall asleep again as I nuzzle into the warmth.“That tickles.”I freeze, stopping from pushing my nose into the warmth. A hand touches my shoulder, before going up to my neck, and fingers burrow in my hair. I sigh, relaxing immediately.“How are you feeling?”Like, I don’t want to speak or even look at him. Like, I don’t want to open my eyes and face this … whatever this is.“I know you are awake,” he goes on, and I push back, but he doesn’t let me. He pulls me even closer, and I swear I feel his lips on my hair before he inhales and then let’s go of me.I don’t speak, sitting up and realizing I am wearing a very large shirt, clean and in the bed where zade is sleeping too, his arm over his eyes as if he is avoiding me too.The feeling is mutual.“How d
ZADEShe looks peaceful. Like an angel, sleeping like this.But when has she never felt or looked like an angel? I sit down on the leather chaise in the master suite, eyes trained on the massive bed that seems to swallow up her small, lithe figure.She is mad at me.I am mad at myself, too, if I am being honest. I keep forgetting impprtant shit that should be automatic when it comes to ari but then I fucked up again. I can’t keep fucking up, it’s going to cost me largely and I won’t be able to live with myself.I think I know what she needs the most. What she is asking the world for, her mother, what she is asking me for. What she is asking herself.Being with me is threatening all of that, I know it. I can feel it too, like this deep truth just below my consciousness, and I must act on it, or I will lose her. It’s not defined, it's not named, but it's there. I can feel it, and if I focus on it, I can most definitely almost put a name to it.To this feeling that Ari wants and feels m