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He didn’t glance downward.
“Are you still bleeding?” I asked. It seemed like an easier conversation than the one I knew was still coming.
“No. We heal quickly, when we’re fed properly.”
And I’d fed him properly… I hoped.
I didn’t say anything else.
I wasn’t sure what elsetosay.
He’d made it clear that he would be pissed if he drank from me, and I made him drink from me anyway.
“You told my family I would hate you for feeding me,” he said, eyes narrowing at me again. He was still standing in front of me, so damn tall he was way above me, and I was still on the bed.
“You made that much clear when we were in bed,” I said.
His eyes narrowed further. “Like hell I did.”
“You didn’t want to connect us. You said addiction to me would be stealing your freedom. Most people would hate someone for taking away their free will.”
“Adjust your damn wires, Brynlee. There’s a huge difference between not wanting something, and hating someone for it. Idon’t want a pink t-shirt, but if you give me one for Christmas, you’re not my enemy.”
I knew he was talking about the translator thing again, and scoffed. “Adjustyourwires. There’s a huge difference between a pink shirt and a connection that would take a decade to break, Sebastian. Miles went through this—I know everyone else’s lust will taste terrible to you for the next ten years because of what I did.”
“I’ve wanted you so badly for the past year, everyone else’s lust already tasted like shit to me,” he growled. “And you don’t use my full name.”
“I’ve never been given permission to use your nickname,” I tossed back.
“Why would my mate need to ask my permission to call me what she wanted?”
The question caught me off guard for a moment, but I recovered relatively fast. “I’m not your mate, Bash. What we have isn’t permanent. I’m human, and I’m aging. You’re not. What I want has never mattered to you. I’m sorry for going against your wishes when I fed you, and I think it’s best that we start building the distance back up between us now.”
I stood, but he put himself in front of me the moment I moved toward the door.
“You’re not listening to me, Brynlee.”
“And you’re not listening to me!”
“Yes, I am.” He stepped toward me.
I stepped back.
He took another step forward. “You’re worried I’m angry about you feeding me. I’m not.”
I stepped back again.
“You think the people who care about you are okay with letting you grow old and die alone. We’re not.” He moved forward again.
I tried to step away, but my back met a wall.
“You’re afraid we’re not permanent. We are.” He stepped up close, his body pinning mine to the flat surface. I inhaled sharply, and his hands slid up the curve of my hips until they found my waist. I held my arms between us in an attempt to create distance.
“You can’t guarantee that,” I said, my heart beating rapidly.
“Aeternum,Brynlee. Tell me you’re mine, and we’ll seal the bond here and now.”
“I can’t do that. We’re barely even friends,” I whispered. “You’re still angry that I fed you, and?—”
