Forbidden (Fallen 2)

I swallowed and took one step closer to him.

He turned away from the person he was speaking to.

My smile got even bigger.

He took five steps towards me and I took five steps toward him. We were getting closer.

His eyes met mine and even at a distance I could see the question in them.

I nodded.

He smiled so big that I thought his face might break.

He broke into a run towards me and I towards him.

He swept me into his arms.

He showered me with kisses. He kissed the top of my head, my forehead, my nose, my eyes, my cheeks, and finally my lips.

“I love you.” I whispered.

He breathed a sigh of relief and repeated those magical words back to me and my heart sighed with relief.

Chapter Sixteen: Mind Games

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” he kept whispering over and over again.

“I love you,” I sighed into the wind.

“Oh, principessa never put me through that again,” he whispered into my hair.

Tears ran down my face and onto his gray t-shirt.

“I won’t. I won’t,” I said gulping for air.

“Oh God, I love you so much,” Jonathon said.

“I’m so sorry for everything. So, so, sorry. I am so ashamed of myself,” I said sobbing.

His arms felt so good around me. I inhaled the scent of his shirt, the scent of him, paint, citrus, and sage. I had missed this closeness. Missed the sense of having someone that cared so deeply for me. It felt good to have someone hold me and feel their love for me seep from their pores. Children rarely admit that even when they’re older they still miss their parents’ embrace, that’s why we seek someone to hold and be held, an embrace means safety. And safety I have found.

I could stay wrapped in Jonathon’s arms forever. I

wish I could melt into him. We are a part of each other. Forever and Always. One entity. I had strayed, it’s human nature, but I had come home. And I was here to stay.

Finally looking away from Jonathon’s face I noticed that everyone in the clearing had conveniently disappeared. I guessed Isaac must know by now. My heart ached for him. I hated to break his heart or cause him pain but I would only be causing him more pain if I were to continue leading him on.

Jonathon went on murmuring things to me in Italian that I only half understood the meaning.

“Never let me go,” I said into his shirt so quietly that only with his vampire senses was he able to pick up on it.

“Never, principessa, never. Never again,” he said with conviction.

I don’t know how long we had stood there holding each other before the pain began.

The pain quickly accelerated in intensity.

A scream tore through my throat and I dropped to my knees clutching my skull between my hands to keep it together.