Me.
"Will you be able to read my thoughts?" I asked him.
"Not that I'm aware of. Strong emotions are supposed to be able to bleed through the bond, but otherwise, only the words we speak mentally."
That was good.
I'd go insane if he could pluck thoughts straight out of my head.
I finally opened my eyes, taking in the beautiful city that wasn't really around us once again. "Alright. You can try."
"You look absolutely stunning in this dress, Kitten."
His words rolled through my mind, and I legitimately shuddered.
His lips met my shoulder for a light kiss.
Then my throat.
"You said it shows too much skin."
"It does. All of this gorgeous skin belongs to me, and I have no intention of sharing it."
He kissed the place my neck met my shoulder.
"Don't start something you're not willing to finish, Callum."
"You know how well I finish you."I rolled my eyes, even though he was right."Your mind feels so fucking good against mine."
"Did sealing the bond help with the pain?"
"A little, but not much. Touch is the only thing that fully erases it."
"Why?"
"No one truly knows. The leading legend is that fae only possess half of a soul, and that it's only when we're in physical contact with the one who possesses the other half that we can anchor the power we possess."
"So you'd like me to live in your arms."
"Ideally."
"How did you stay away from me for so long while you were waiting for my magic to settle, then?"
"I wasn't going to risk the stability of your magic for the sake of my own relief. I never wanted to hurt you."
"Just steal me away."
"Exactly."His mouth lifted back to my throat, sucking the sensitive skin lightly. The tips of my fingers pressed against the balcony's railing, my eyes closing again.
"If you're not going to let me touch you, you can't touch me," I warned him out loud.
"You don't want to touch me, Kitten."
"No. You're the one who doesn't want me to touch you."
"That's not true."
"You're not going to let me, though. Right?"
