Chapter 228
Chapter 228
“Seriously?” He asks with a raised brow, bringing his fingers to his mouth to taste my juices that covered them.
“You have made it very clear that you want me to be your mate.” I mutter, pulling on a pair of workout leggings. “I’m not ready.”
Shit, wrong choice of words.
“Every day that you don’t let me claim you, we risk the chance of finding our actual mates. And then we won’t stand a chance. When will you be ready, Blair? Six months, a year, five years? You know we are good together.”
“Don’t push it!” I snarl through gritted teeth “And I’ve travelled the world, my mate doesn’t exist!”
“Are you scared, is that what it is?”
I pause as I pull on my workout top. “Scared? You think I’m scared.”
“Something is holding you back!” He snaps at me. “Every moment that I think this is it. That I have found someone I can be with. You throw it back in my face.”
“Right, let’s say you do mark me. What happens when I die? What I do doesn’t guarantee my life, Jenson? You could mark me and I could die tomorrow. Do you really want to lose another mate?”
I know I was deflecting. But he wasn’t ready for the truth. I grab the yoga mat and strut towards the door.
“Where are you going?” He asks
“To fucking work out. Is that okay with you?!” I was so angry. Why did he always have to push? Why did I let him get away with so much shit?
Any other man would be buried six feet under if they tried to pull the same crap.
Just as I flick out the mat, he appears. His arms folded across his wide chest as he leans against the doorframe, naked.
“I make you feel something that you’ve never felt before, don’t I?”
I jab the headphones in his direction and abruptly pull them over my head, silencing him, but it doesn’t make him leave.
Ten minutes into my yoga session, I rip the headphones off. “You think you know everything Jenson.”
“I never claimed to.” He frowns “And I don’t see what your problem is. We want the same things. We enjoy each other and I know the very idea of me being with someone else puts you in a bad mood. That’s why you walk away.”
“No it isn’t.”
“Then what are you not telling me? I’m sure I can handle it. Is it something to do with Neah and your father?”
“No.”
His brow dips as he tries to think of another reasonable explanation. The sad thing was, he had missed all the clues. Clues that I hadn’t intentionally told him, but ones that slipped out when talking about other things.
He steps forward, taking my hands in his. “I can handle it. Whatever it is. We can figure it out if it means you are mine and I am yours.”
Stepping away from him, I feel my stomach tying itself up in knots, something I hadn’t felt since I was a kid. He was the only person to make me feel like this. The only person to see something other than the hardened exterior.
“You might want to put some clothes on.” I sigh. Someone would find out eventually. It might as well be him.
“I’m good.” He goes to sit his bare ass on my sofa.
“You will probably leave. So you might as well be prepared.”
He goes to say something, but decides against it and heads back to the bedroom. Returning in a white tee and some sweatpants. He settles onto the sofa with a smile like a kid waiting for santa.
“Jenson, have you not worked out how I know why it’s easy to kill Rogues?”
“I just assume it’s years of training and practice.”
I try another tactic, “You asked me why I don’t shift.”
“You mentioned control.”
Could he really not see what I was trying to tell him?
“Jenson, I was a Rogue.”