Roses (Chapter 13)
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~MIKE'S POV~
I unwillingly continue to stroke my mate's beautiful body as he sleeps. Such silky, soft skin that soon becomes addicting to the touch, as well as his thin, angelic frame. How could I ever pass something like this up? Abandoning such a creature...I must have been crazy.
But...there are a few flaws on Cody. No, many flaws.
Those...marks that scatter over his hips, upper arms, and wrists. I realized after a moment of investigating the odd 'scratches' that no other living animal or human could have done this. If so, I'd have been able to scout them out in a second due to the scent...but..these were without a doubt the work of my precious soul mate. He had done this to himself. Most of them ran way too deep for even my saliva to heal, but I managed to cause scars to fade to just pale lines.
Why though? Why would he do something like that?
Is it because of...m-me?
A whimper threatens to be released as it forces its way up my throat. The mere thought of Cody being in such emotional pain to the point of causing physical...it's too much. My wolf is squirming around wildly, desperately wanting to comfort the boy as he peacefully inhales and exhales. It wants to curl up in his lap, begging for forgiveness like a love sick puppy. Tch, how pathetic am I? To the point I'd disgrace myself by showing vulnerability and weakness. Then again-
-he is worth it. I need to make it up to him. I need to.
~CODY'S POV~
A**hole...what a F**KING A**HOLE! I've been awake for the past 3 hours, and still no sign of that i***t! What, he's going to screw with my mind with some s****l pleasure, then go ahead and disappear? Oh hecky nah. Not this time.
I storm my way to the kitchen, still in only that damn T-shirt, throwing open the drawer. The clang of metal striking tiles has me flinching, but I ignore this and continue my desperate search. Knives? No. Scissors? No. Oven mitts? No. A me-
"What...are you doing?"
I squeak, whirling around and meeting eye to eye with the male I had mentally screamed at. Heh...awky...Mike scans over his kitchen which was now a mass of kitchen tools and cloths flung all over. He arches a brow in pure suspicion.
"I-I-I was...uh...You see, I thought-...eh..." I drag out a sigh before letting my head hang in shame. There was no use explaining, because he's going to think I'm stupid either way. "I-I'll clean this up..."
"Hm..."
"Hehe, I see you're back." I twirl my foot behind me as if I were a scolded child, avoiding his heavy and intense stare. I'm caught off guard as my lower back connects with the cool marble material of the kitchen counter. It was a mixture of pain and shock that swirls through my body. "Eh!" I squirm under the pressure applied to me, squishing me between Mike and the counter like the inside of a sandwich. An all too familiar purr reaches my ear.
"Shut up and follow me."
I nod, eager to be let out of this uncomfortable position. Once he removes himself from me I release a breath of relief and scamper on after him. What could he b-
Oh my.
I'm met with such a mesmerizing sight that I literally forgot to breathe. Red. That's how I'd describe it. Dew kissed rose petals are laid before my feet like a bed made completely off the gorgeous flower. Every breeze that passes over the yard gives me a good whiff of the sweetness. A few loose petals are caught in the wind, moving in my direction. They flutter around my body as if I were apart of nature itself. As if I were their target. As if they had a mind of their own. The butterfly-like objects twist and turn before coming to rest in my ruffled blonde locks and even my shoulders. What are all of these doing here? No...HOW did they get here?
"I hope you like roses. It took me a while to gather them all. Plus, I didn't know they had...thorns..." Bashfully, Mike holds out his hands, palms-up, revealing scratches and dried blood.
"Mike..."
"Mhm?"
"...F**king idiot." I mutter before connecting my lips with his own
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