You were mine.

Tried to pretend.

*Arthemis POV*

I kissed him. Once again, I seem to let my emotions take control over my very existence.

I feel so dependent of him, yet I feel the need to be independent... It doesn't add up. I am suddenly snapped out of my thinking state, by a slight sting on my wrist. As I am looking down to see what is hurting me, I set my gaze upon him. I see the concentration on his face, fixated upon my wrist, he seems to be adding pressure on my wrist. He adds a little more, which a soft whimper escapes my lips. He suddenly jerks up, searching my face with any trace of pain. "I'm sorry, I need to see how urgent the injury is, braveheart.", he says. Braveheart... Why would he call me that? I didn't say anything none the less, but those words are stuck inside my mind. He stares at me intensively and without breaking eye contact, trails short soft kisses up my arms and to my neck. He hovers over a certain sweet spot and I feel his hot breath tickling me. I fluttered my eyes shut but then it hits me like a ton of bricks... We haven't marked each other yet.

I placed both my hands on his chest and firmly shove him away and his face pales. The element of surprise is hidden and his stone cold facade returns. "What's wrong?", he asks. I stuttered,"N-nothing it's just...". He stalks over me and I try to remain conscious because he is now gripping my shoulders gently. "It's just what?", he starts rubbing circles on my arms. "I just don't think we are ready for it yet", my voice strained barely above a whisper.

His hands drop and looks at me, and I immediately regret what I said. My wolf howled in pain and I broke a little. He cleared his throat and grabbed my hand. "You don't trust me yet...".

He turned on his heel, probably to go for a run and left me dumbfounded.