Thought

Chapter Thirty Six

Word Count: 1659

¬Luella

I stare past the flood of water that streams down the windshield, the scenery beyond a mix of greens and greys bleeding together.

Thought and I just got into a car, and have been driving ever since. Getting away from his estate, from the life I have been living for all this time is a relief, almost like I'm escaping it without ever having to come back. Even though we aren't far, it already feels like I'm normal again, like I'm mated to a normal man, and not some powerful immortal.

"I can't believe we are driving," I comment, hiking my legs up on my seat. Thought offered to drive when I expected he would be using his powers to transport us somewhere. He was adamant, too, that he wanted to take a car and drive me away.

"You wanted to be normal, didn't you?" Thought says with a quirked brow.

"I suppose so."

"I thought we could stop at your old home before we escape this territory," he comments. I sit up a little more from where I was slumped. I haven't been home in what feels like forever, although that could be the cause of the extreme amount over overwhelming events that have been going on recently. I haven't had time to think about what my life once was.

Resting my head to the side, I look at Thought, the silvery fog that follows us on our drive similar to the colour of his enchanting eyes. "That life seems so far away."

"I hope you like your life now...I mean, where it's going, not where it is now," Thought says quickly, stumbling over his words. I haven't truly thought much into my future, as it seems so daunting and uncertain, that it would make me quite sad if I did.

"If immortals don't murder me first, then sure," I say, instead of truly voicing my concerns. These next few days will be telling of what Thought and I's future could actually look like. For all we know, we may not get along like true mates. We haven't even...gone far enough to imagine what the full extent of a relationship with him could be like.

Just thinking that has my cheeks flushing.

"All I want is for you to want me as much as I want you," Thought murmurs, his tone so soft it nearly gets lost in the sound of the car buzzing along the road.

I bite the edge of my lip. "I do want you."

"But I don't think that desire compares to mine at all. I mean, I look at you and I feel like I'm going crazy. I've been trying to give you space with everything that is going on, but I want you to know how I feel about you. It's inescapable," Thought suddenly vents.

I blink. Once, twice.

I can see the honesty in his eyes, the truth to his tone. He feels about me how any mate should, and I'm currently lagging behind. Perhaps I haven't allowed myself to truly admire him for who he is, and what he should mean to me. I haven't stopped to realise I'm mated to an immortal, who is undeniably attractive, and would be found sexy and desirable by anyone he comes across. I don't disagree, I simply has refused to let myself be lured into that.

"Sometimes I forget that you're my mate," I admit, admiring the soft tapping sound of the rain on the roof. "And all the things mates are meant to do together."

I can tell he knows what I am alluding to with the glimmer in his eyes.

"We can do whatever you please, whenever," he says warmly. "There's no rush."

"I feel like I need to know your deepest thoughts before I can do that," I comment. Before I can crawl into bed with him, I need to know him better. The desire between us has always been there, from the moment we met. Even sitting here, my mind strays sinfully to all those months ago, where I had that dream about him when I was in his house. Since then I haven't been able to get it out of my head.