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¬Rosie
Time doesn't react the way I thought he would.
He doesn't explode in anger, like myself and Thought must have assumed he would. Instead, he doesn't even flinch, the only reaction we receive is the slightest furrowed brow. I want to start blurting out about how much he is lying, but I let the silence in the room consume this situation, hopefully to make Thought feel guilty about the blatant lie he is feeding his brother.
"I think you should leave," Time says softly. Despite his soft tone, I can feel the anger dwelling beneath his tone, threatening to arise the moment Thought says a word that isn't in his favour. I can't help but shiver, but still don't say anything, knowing Time would never believe that I would kiss his brother.
Not after everything he has shown me.
"Loosen up, brother. I'm only messing with you," Thought says casually, leaning back in his seat with a devilish grin painted across his face. "Didn't think that was still a soft spot for you."
Thought knows well that his brother is tender about this subject, but despite his arrogance, I'm grateful he is putting it all out on the table so nothing is awkward anymore. Now it's Time's job to keep his anger hidden and to remain calm. At least I know he doesn't believe his brother, and I don't have to defend myself. That is one thing I can be grateful for; that Time trusts me.
"Rosie invited you here to be nice. None of this is necessary," Time says cooly, his fingers unclenching from where I had noticed they were pinned against his palm. Thought can see more of his anger than me, considering how long they have known each other, but Time still hides it regardless.
"Thank you Rosie," Thought says, his voice dripping sweetly like honey as he looks at me with a grin that makes my stomach churn. He's definitely rifling through my head right now.
I won't let that get to me.
"This is meant to reconnect you guys," I tell them. I can't sit here all night and watch these two bicker back and forth with nothing being accomplished. Time's jaw clenches. As much as his pride persists, he's relenting because of me. He's relenting because I'm his mate, and after everything, he's owes me this, at least. I don't want two powerful immortals hating each other in my presence for the rest of my life.
"I'm as willing as ever," Thought says. There's a snarky tone to his voice, but I get the feeling he wants to improve this relationship as much as I do. Hopefully Time can see past his brothers arrogance and agree to start rebuilding their relationship.
"Fine," Time says slowly. "Why don't you stay here for the night. I have things I would like to talk to you about."
Times gaze flickers to me. Things to talk about that don't involve me.
"You don't want to spend more time with your mate?" Thought asks. Chills flutter across my skin as his gaze falls upon me, looking me up and down without remorse. "The way she's thinking about you gives me the impression you're not exactly...satisfying her. Tell me Rosie, is there something your mate isn't giving you that I could?"
"Enough," I say, before I fully have time to register what he's saying.
Of course, my cheeks flush, as I know exactly what he means. Spreading the forefront of my mind with vulgar words that I hope Thought will read, I focus on Time. He doesn't seem angry, but I can tell he's moments away from sending Thought away, and if that happens, there will be no more chance. Now even I'm starting to wonder whether this is worth it.
"This will work out if you don't read my mates mind," Time says slowly. I have to commend him on his ability to keep calm. I wouldn't blame him if he exploded on his brother. I'm almost considering it.
Thought smiles. "I'm sure this will work out just fine."
I surely hope so.
***
As I lay in bed, I can't get Time and Thought out of my head.
Thought is aggravating, but I'm willing to give him another chance. But if I could just make them get alone, Time and I could get along with our relationship while he tries to find my brothers. Maybe if this works out, even Thought might be willing to help us. Surely it wouldn't take him long to scour through a few minds to find my brothers.
Turning over in bed, I gaze at the vacant spot Time should be in. Instead, he's in another bed, thinking space between us would be the best option for now, but I somehow disagree. Still, I flick my light off, and slide deeper into my sheets, trying to shut out all my thoughts. My head aches, a pounding headache having formed since this afternoon, which I'm blaming on Thought and his unwelcome intrusion into my head.
Gritting my teeth, I concentrate on the endless swirl of colours in my vision. There is no way I'm going to fall asleep like this, so sitting up, I rub my eyes and consider my next room. Part of me wants to wander into Time's room and talk to him about all these thoughts rushing through my head.
The other part of me is mortified at the idea of his rejection.
No, he's my mate, and I refuse to be anxious around him. It might have taken me some time to accept the fact that he was the one who demanded my life early, even if it was for a good reason. I'm over that now, and am wanting to rebuild my relationship with him. So stepping out of bed, I wrap a light robe around my body, and pad out into the hallway.
The house is eerily silent considering the tension that surrounded this area only hours earlier. Still, I make my way across the soft carpet to Time's room, where the door is closed shut. Maybe I should knock, but in case he's asleep, I slowly open the door myself, making my way inside the room that is completely cloaked in darkness, feeling around myself for any sign of the bed. The moment my hand touches the bedpost, I take a steady breath.
I'm hoping he's not going to be mad at me. It's a worth a try.
"Rosie, is that you?" I hear Time ask softly into the air. He doesn't sound tired, as if I woke him. He almost sounds hopeful, so instead of answering right away, I find the top of the bed, and slide under the covers with him.
"I don't mean to just come in in the middle of the night like this. I couldn't sleep if I'm honest," I admit. I sit in the coolness on his unslept side, feeling the weight of the bed dip toward him. All it would take to touch him, if I had enough courage, would be able to reach out and grab his hand, or run the tips of my fingers across his skin. But considering how long it's been since we have shown each other any real affection, I stop myself.
"It's okay. I can't sleep either," Time tells me as he loosens a breath. I don't need to ask why he can't, knowing it has something to do with the fact that his brother is sleeping a few doors down, likely plotting his next move for tomorrow. Yet despite this, all I can think about is the way his voice sounds when he's surrounded by darkness and I can't see him...husky, deep.
I roll onto my slide. "I was worried you wouldn't want me in here. I know you've been keeping your distance from me lately, so I won't be offended if you want me to go."
The silence that stretches between us makes my heart jump into my throat.
"I thought you would want that. You seemed so hurt when you found out what I had done. I vowed I never wanted you to look at me that way ever again, even if I deserve it. Even if that meant that every time I look at you, and I see how beautiful and alluring you are, I shouldn't make any move to risk how you feel about me," he tells me.
Laying still, I let those words wash over me. I figured as much, but it's like releasing a load of tension knowing that he isn't acting this way because he no longer has interest in me. He's my mate, and wants me as much as I want him. We just need to get through this hurdle, which with how desperately I've been wanting him, won't be difficult.
"Things have been strange, yes, but I trust you. I've thought over what you did, and although I'm not okay with it, there's no point dwelling on the past. Especially with what you've been trying to do for me," I tell him honestly.
Unable to stop myself, I reach out slowly, not stopping until I touch skin. I'm not sure what I'm touching, until he reacts, fingers wrapping around mine.
For a moment we just sit there, holding hands in silence.
"I love you, Rosie. I hope you know that," Time murmurs softly. Closing the gap between us, I don't stop until our bodies are pressed together, side by side. His head is turned toward me, breath warm against my neck. Just laying next to him is enough to have the entire surface of my skin buzzing. He's my mate, and I love him too, despite everything we have been through. And I am ridiculously and wholeheartedly attracted to him, I mean, how could I not be?
Reaching up, I find his face, guiding my lips to his. The moment they touch, all the answers to the questions I didn't know I had are suddenly relieved, leaving me with a blissful feeling that spreads throughout my body. I'm happy. I'm happy with Time, and I want him.
I want him forever.
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