CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
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CHLOE
Thinking about what happened next? Would you believe me if I said nothing happened after the kiss? That’s why I’m taking control of this chapter! You need to know how I feel!
I mean, who does that? I’ve wholeheartedly accepted the fact that he is my mate, or rather that we are mates. Why did I accept him? Was it because he is my mate? Because he is loaded? Because he is bloody handsome? Because he is mad about me? Perhaps it was for all those reasons.
That’s beside the point. Back to the matter at hand.
We were kissing. The kiss was exhilarating, sweet, and heartfelt—far better than the one we’d shared under the stairs. It devoured both my body and soul. I could feel the love in the kiss, the kind that makes you kiss someone you love and double-check that you truly do love them—the kiss was exactly like that. Did I love him? I don't know. But since he is my mate, it doesn't make a difference, does it?
Having a fated person is also supposed to mean meeting your soul mate in the human world, isn't it?
I was hoping and wishing that things would escalate and move on from there. Escalate in a good, filthy way. Move on swiftly and rapidly, yet in a torturingly slow motion. But it didn’t.
Just a touch of his love made me wish all that, but it didn't become a reality. I really wished this was the very moment I was waiting for. The moment where the one person who I'm enchanted with would knock me off my feet and take possession of my whole body.
He did take possession of my whole body, but not for long. The kiss took all of my senses. I don't even know when we got to the bedroom. But I do know that we kissed until that very moment and place. Until he broke the kiss. On what grounds?
Nothing should stop him, right? Given the fact that he touched me when I was having my moment alone in my room. The fact that we were still strangers didn't stop him from doing so. So what did stop him?
Blood! My blood!
That was even the last day my period would stop for the month, which meant the bleeding would be minimal compared to the other days. But that stopped him. It stopped him from taking things further. Isn't he a werewolf? Why concern himself with that?
And do you know what makes the whole situation worse? He said, "Chloe, I can take you right now without any hindrance. Even your blood won't stand as an obstacle for me in claiming and marking you. But, you are in enough pain already, I don't want to add to it since I know this is your first time."
Two questions!
How did he know that that would be my first? How could he assume I'm in pain? I'm not in any bloody pain! It was my last day!
He didn't even allow me to say anything when he got up and went out of the room to do God knows what! I was oblivious to when he returned because I had drifted off to sleep. But I woke up with my body enveloped in his arm and my head on his chest. Thinking of what happened hours ago, I immediately untangled myself from him without saying a word.
Standing on my feet, I could feel his eyes on me. He was clearing his throat, maybe attempting to say something, when the smell of chicken hit my nose. Edward said something, and the light came on—he must have ordered the room to be illuminated.
Then I saw the plastic bag. It must have contained the chicken I was smelling. I walked towards it, unwrapped it, and it was Balsamic Glazed Chicken. He must have bought the food. I didn't ask if the food was mine or not; I sat down and started to devour it.
If he thought I would start talking to him because of this food, he was wrong. I'm still furious with him for what he did!
I do have every right to be ticked off at him, right? I hope my decision isn't selfish, because his reason for not taking things further was based on an assumption. If not the first reason, then definitely the second!
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