Running out of time

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    * Warning Sexual scene*

Elena

I jump out of the bed and rush out the door. I need to find him now. I can't believe I slept until midnight. I rush down the stairs and run in the direction I think his office is. My lungs feel like they are about to burst open. I wish I was a runner right now. How does Kyle do this during his games?

I swing the door open, hoping it's his office and, to my disappointment, he wasn't in here. What am I doing? What will I say to him when I do find him? Will I bust it out or choke up and say something stupid?

″Elena, what you are doing in eric's office honey?″

″Where is he? I need to speak to him now. It's urgent.″

″Are You still hurting? Is it something I can do?″

″No, it only concerns him, sorry just something personal and confusing?″

″You feel something for him, don't you?″

Ya irritation.... like a bug that won't leave me alone.

I walk past her, not wanting to answer that question. Do I feel something for this man? Or am I just a horny teenager finally seeing a real man I want to taste and fuck? God, Elena, get your head out of the gutter. Why don't I ever feel like fucking Kyle though?

″He is in the library Elena, good luck on what you need from him, honey!″

I hope I am not too late getting to him, lord give me strength. I see the doors open and my body is already a wreck for what I am about to ask. What if he thinks I am crazy or what if it is true? I see him and another guy talking about the door finally having a key code, damn it. After everything that happen today, I still wanted to go down there.

I move closer to eric, and this guy looks at me like I am crazy, great who else knows what I did today? His back becomes tense and rigged. He knows I am behind him.

″Eric, can I speak to you alone?″

I can see he is fighting with himself, and his fist are white from him clenching them together.

″Leave Elena, go back to your room and rest. I cannot deal with you right now.″

″Please, we need to speak before you leave. I won't see you again.″

″I came to say I'm sorry, I guess. Now, can we talk alone?″

″You can leave. Send the invoice for this, please.″

The man walks away and gives me a dull expression and shuts the library door.″

″Come over to the couch, I guess. So, what do you want to talk to me about?″

What is a mate to you?

He gazes at me with wide eyes, torn by my question.

″Why do you care what that means to me, and how do you know that word?″

″After you left, I went to sleep and had a dream about a wolf ripping a man apart until they became nothing. A little town was in my dream and the wolf changed and you appeared naked. You were shocked that I was there with you and watching everything you did. You said I was your mate, your other half. Werewolves are not real. None of that was real... Right?″

He got up and started to aggressively put his hands in his hair and shifting his hair around. He turns to me and stares at me for a while and keeps shaking his head. Does he think I'm crazy?

″Elena, that stuff you read is all a myth. It's not real. I don't know what to tell you.″

That's not the answer I wanted. I was hoping it was real, and that I found the reason my life has been missing something for a long time. Silly girl and her fantasies. I guess it was lust after all.

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