Alex finally took his hand off my mouth and rested both hands on my hips. "I don't want to leave you, but you can't go with me. It's dangerous. I would rather torture myself by leaving you, than you getting hurt on this trip" he said as he rested our foreheads together.
"But if its dangerous, you can get hurt" I whispered softly. "What would I do if you got hurt? I don't want to sit around all day while my mate risks his life out there. I want to go" I ranted.
Alex shook his head. "You're staying here" he said sternly.
I moved out of his arms and paced in front of him. "I don't want to stay here. I want to go with you!" I shouted. After the words left my mouth, I realized that I sound like a little kid who's parents are leaving. Except I'm not a little kid, and my parents aren't with me
