BARING HIS HEART
1000 Words
Maeve's POV
We were standing on the deck of the house.
It was a pretty large space with a small sofa, a round table with two chairs, and some plants.
There was a pool table on one side, a table tennis table, and a basketball ring. For a jock house, it was pretty. And it was clean. Color me surprised.
I had dragged Declan out here after his stupid answer to my question.
I had thought that if I seduced him, and then surprised him with the question, he’d be embarrassed and leave me alone. I was so wrong.
Not yet? What the hell did he mean by that?
The October wind was a soft thing as it blew gently around us. It was beginning to get cold, but not cold enough that it was sweater season.
But it was not enough to cool the heat between us.
I was standing about three feet away from Declan, and we were both leaning against the railing. I watched him from my peripheral vision, and he was watching the sky.
He was so handsome. He had a face that was caught between being beautiful and pretty. But you would never look at him and think he was feminine. His cheekbones were high, and they framed a regal nose.
His jawline was carved as if from wood. His hair was that brown that seemed dark but was actually auburn in the sun. Paired with his dark grey eyes, Declan was a handsome motherfucker.
And he was plaguing my life.
Staying here together in silence, I felt conscious of the fact that I was a woman, that I was an omega all alone with an alpha who wanted me.
I turned to look at him, and he was closer to me now, that if I stretched my hand out a bit, we would be touching. I laughed at that and he turned to me with a smile, as if saying, he knew he was caught, but he didn’t mind it.
I could feel the heat of his body, and I felt a strong urge to be wrapped up in his arms, but I controlled my urges.
We needed to figure out what was going on here with us.
I would be nothing but a lair if I said I didn’t want him, but I was skeptical. It was my first day on campus.
Before I got here, I had promised myself I was going to explore myself as a woman in all ways. I wouldn’t get a boyfriend and would just keep myself open. It was why I used suppressants. To hide my status as an omega and keep myself safe.
So why was I here standing with a male who smelt suspiciously how my mate was meant to?
I turned to him.
“What do you want from me Declan?’
He faced me and was quiet for a few more minutes, as if trying to gather his thoughts.
“You want to truth?”
I frowned at him and nodded. Why else would I have been asking if I didn’t want the truth?
“When I saw you for the first time today, it suddenly dawned on me that true mates were not fiction. They were real, because I had found mine. I had found you.”
“What are you...”
“Just let me talk Maeve.”
I breathed a sigh and kept quiet.
“I know that I know very little about you, and that we’re near strangers, but when I saw you, it felt like I’d found my home. I come from a world where everything is never left to chance. But for the first time, I felt something out of the carefully curated movie my life was. You did that to me. And it was so f*****g scary.”
He kept quiet for a while. I said nothing, but his words seemed to be as if he had read my mind and written it down, because I felt the exact same way. There were a couple of reasons why what I felt for him scared me, but one of those was simply the fact that my world wasn’t one where I could entertain the thought of being together with someone who was my mate because of how they made me feel.
My parents were liberal with us, but there was the silent expectation that whoever our future partner was would be someone who grew our empire one way or the other.
It was why I had come here with the intention of living a life without tying myself down yet. But here we were.
“It’s scary, but I still want you. I want to hold you to me and f**k you till you do not know where you end and I begin.” He turned to me with a rueful smile. “But only if wishes were horses.”
“Declan, that's... intense.”
He laughed, and it lit my body on fire. He walked towards me and turned me till my back was to the railing, and my front was pressed against him. The look on his face. My god.
“I want you so badly that it’s making me feral with need. I want everything with you. And it’s my sign that I shouldn’t have you. I think you’re going to be bad for me, Maeve. Which means I can’t have you. So why do I still feel like this?”
I looked into his eyes and saw the raw truth in them. This was the most honest anyone had ever been with me, and it was touching a strange part of me. Maybe I should have turned a blind eye to his words, or maybe I should have considered he set to trap me with them, but it didn't matter because I was ready to fall.
With a thought, I knew what I wanted to do.
I grabbed his face and pulled it down.
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