My Mate Loves my Twin
That hope that one has is what ends up killing you because every time nothing happens that hope slowly flickers out before it leaves you with emptiness.
I keep going back to that night the first night me and Xavier had sex and how different it was this time. Last time it was all these emotions running through us lust, betrayal, guilt, and hate. It was the mate bond controlling us. This time though it was more us than the mate bound, there was lust, but mixed in with passion, I didn’t hate him. I didn’t feel betrayal, but there was still a those surrounding us that night, well more Xavier, and that ghost was my twin.
I sigh while I keep looking out into the ocean. My safe place.