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138- Passion and personal space
“So what I am supposed to take from this is basically, I’m not the boss of you and if I want your help in the future I have to remember to ask before doing things. Also that I definitely shouldn’t bring up any objection I have about seeing you outside of the house earlier because that will one hundred percent backfire on me.” he sums up and I let out a small smile.
“Yeah that would be wise. But yes that just about covers it.” I hold out a hand and when he takes it I give him a tug prompting him to stand up. He stands in front of me with his arms crossed over his chest. You would think that having resolved our argument he would be happy, and he definitely looks less anxious, but he still seems a little put out, his brow furrowed like he’s thinking about something irritating.“What is it?” I ask and he groans.“You’re going to think I’m crazy.” He complains. I roll my eyes.“Bellamy, I already know you’re crazy. Just tell me.” I lean back with my hands on the bed behi
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Strings of Fate 140- Sugar and spoons
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Strings of Fate 141- Wake-up and wittness
“Oh shit Bellamy I’m so sorry. Was the woman a feline Shifter? It was a woman again, right?” I confirm. Bellamy gives a solemn nod. “Was she someone you knew well?” I ask, almost afraid to hear the answer. Bellamy shrugs.“I’ve met her, I’ve met most of the local feline Shifters. She didn’t live here in the compound. She has a large family and they run a moving company on the other side of town. They live down that way. I think the last time I saw her would have been Megan’s engagement party, and I don’t think I said more than two words to her.” Bellamy looks guilty. Clearly he is blaming himself for something. “This isn’t your fault, you know.” I tell him, running a hand over his arm in an attempt to soothe him. Bellamy shakes his head.“I’m Alpha, so I’m responsible for her safety, even if she doesn’t choose to live here. I should have made sure all women who are the killer's target type came to the compound, or assigned them guards, or SOMETHING.” He reasons. I
Strings of Fate 142- Shampoo and spending
I keep myself angled to the wall, my back to Bellamy. Okay so showering in underwear might be a little weird, but it lets me feel a little less exposed while still attempting to be brave. Not that I’m particularly aiming for anything intimate right now. Nope, not at all. I feel dreadful and miserable. But I want to be clean and I want Bellamy with me. Okay, maybe I also want a distraction. Nervous and overly self conscious might not be the best feeling, but it’s better than the alternative. Bellamy seems kind of speechless, which is funny since he was the one who started trying to undress me in the first place. I glance back over my shoulder and find that he is staring a hole through my back. “Uh, Bellamy?” I ask hoarsely. Turns out vomiting is hell on your throat. Actually my mouth tastes awful. “I’m not totally sure what I’m supposed to be doing. Well, I don’t know what you want.” He admits. “Well, right this second, I’d like you to pass me the mouthwash.” I answer,
Strings of Fate 143- Moving and managing
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Strings of Fate 144- Celebrate and catch-up
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Strings of Fate 145- Menus and mischief
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Strings of Fate 146- Brats and bartenders
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