SUV.
"I meant to ask you the other day. What happened to the sports car?" I asked.
He shrugged. "Every time we all need to travel together , we need to either use Dean's truck or get a car from the corpse. I wanted something we could all use that wouldn't destroy the planet."
"I liked most of what you said, but can you not call him 'the corpse'?" I asked.
"I'll try. It's hard though. I told you I'm jealous and possessive. I try to fight it, but I don't always win," Finn admitted.
" I appreciate the effort," I said.
I wanted us to have a day alone together before Grey came back. Things always seem ed to screw up for Finn and me when Grey was around. I hoped to have some time, talk, laugh, and maybe kiss some more before the looming darkness descended. I felt the threads of magic pulling on me. There was a disturbance, and my intuition told me that I was going to have to handle it. I wanted one day with Finn before I did though.
Finn and I ventured into a couple of independent jewelry shops and a Western art gallery. We didn’t buy anything, but we were having a blast finding these quirky little stores tucked away everywhere. It was a perfect day. Absolutely wonderful, and neither of us wanted it to end.
"How about a movie?" Finn suggested.
"What movie?" I asked.
"I have no idea what is even playing, I just don't want to go home. Once we are home , we have to deal with whatever is going on. Your ex will be showing up. I'm not ready to share you yet," he admitted.
"Ok ay," I agreed.
"Ok ay?"
"Yeah, but pick something I don't have to pay attention to, because I want to make out," I answered.
Finn's eyes flashed a brighter blue. He lowered his gaze, but I could still see the glowing blue through his ink-black lashes. "You're going to be the death of me," he whispered in a desire-roughened voice.
"No , baby. What use would you be to me dead?" I teased.
Finn's sexy half smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth. "Have you always been this big of a flirt?"
"Nah . It's a new development. You aren't the only possessive one, you know?" I teased.
He narrowed his eyes, studying me. "You feel possessive of me? Do you feel anything else? "
"Like what? I feel desire, love, and complete with you. What else?" I asked , confused.
He gently brushed my arm with his fingers. "What do you feel when I touch you?" he whispered.
"Hot," I answered without thinking.
"And when I kiss you?" Finn spoke against my lips, lightly brushing them against mine.
"Burning," I murmured back.
He took a step back and looked deep in my eyes. "And when I'm not touching you?"
I gasped. My skin prickled. I felt anxiety flood my body, and I wanted to grab him. The familiar sting of my eyes told me that they had changed to green.
"Finn, what's wrong with me?" I asked , trying not to panic.
He rushed back to my side. "I'm here , Chlo. I think we are bonding anyway, without the fun part. Only it is happening very slowly. Actually, I don't think it—I know. This is what my dad explained was happening to me, but he never mentioned that you would experience it too. I assumed you wouldn't because you're a witch, not an elf."
"What do we do about it?" My body was still full of anxiety.
Finn touched his hands to my face, and the tension seeped away. "Do you want to stop it?" he asked quietly.
"Not really. I'm scared though. If it hurts this much and we aren't fully bonded yet, what would I do if you changed your mind after we..." I couldn't believe I was saying this to him. I wanted to slap myself to stop the verbal flood pouring out of my mouth.
"You don't understand. I love you. I don't want to be away from you —ever. Not only that, but I can't walk away from you. The fact that you are starting to bond to me proves that I'm yours. I'll never be able to be with anyone other than you," he promised.
"You mean
"I meant to ask you the other day. What happened to the sports car?" I asked.
He shrugged. "Every time we all need to travel together , we need to either use Dean's truck or get a car from the corpse. I wanted something we could all use that wouldn't destroy the planet."
"I liked most of what you said, but can you not call him 'the corpse'?" I asked.
"I'll try. It's hard though. I told you I'm jealous and possessive. I try to fight it, but I don't always win," Finn admitted.
" I appreciate the effort," I said.
I wanted us to have a day alone together before Grey came back. Things always seem ed to screw up for Finn and me when Grey was around. I hoped to have some time, talk, laugh, and maybe kiss some more before the looming darkness descended. I felt the threads of magic pulling on me. There was a disturbance, and my intuition told me that I was going to have to handle it. I wanted one day with Finn before I did though.
Finn and I ventured into a couple of independent jewelry shops and a Western art gallery. We didn’t buy anything, but we were having a blast finding these quirky little stores tucked away everywhere. It was a perfect day. Absolutely wonderful, and neither of us wanted it to end.
"How about a movie?" Finn suggested.
"What movie?" I asked.
"I have no idea what is even playing, I just don't want to go home. Once we are home , we have to deal with whatever is going on. Your ex will be showing up. I'm not ready to share you yet," he admitted.
"Ok ay," I agreed.
"Ok ay?"
"Yeah, but pick something I don't have to pay attention to, because I want to make out," I answered.
Finn's eyes flashed a brighter blue. He lowered his gaze, but I could still see the glowing blue through his ink-black lashes. "You're going to be the death of me," he whispered in a desire-roughened voice.
"No , baby. What use would you be to me dead?" I teased.
Finn's sexy half smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth. "Have you always been this big of a flirt?"
"Nah . It's a new development. You aren't the only possessive one, you know?" I teased.
He narrowed his eyes, studying me. "You feel possessive of me? Do you feel anything else? "
"Like what? I feel desire, love, and complete with you. What else?" I asked , confused.
He gently brushed my arm with his fingers. "What do you feel when I touch you?" he whispered.
"Hot," I answered without thinking.
"And when I kiss you?" Finn spoke against my lips, lightly brushing them against mine.
"Burning," I murmured back.
He took a step back and looked deep in my eyes. "And when I'm not touching you?"
I gasped. My skin prickled. I felt anxiety flood my body, and I wanted to grab him. The familiar sting of my eyes told me that they had changed to green.
"Finn, what's wrong with me?" I asked , trying not to panic.
He rushed back to my side. "I'm here , Chlo. I think we are bonding anyway, without the fun part. Only it is happening very slowly. Actually, I don't think it—I know. This is what my dad explained was happening to me, but he never mentioned that you would experience it too. I assumed you wouldn't because you're a witch, not an elf."
"What do we do about it?" My body was still full of anxiety.
Finn touched his hands to my face, and the tension seeped away. "Do you want to stop it?" he asked quietly.
"Not really. I'm scared though. If it hurts this much and we aren't fully bonded yet, what would I do if you changed your mind after we..." I couldn't believe I was saying this to him. I wanted to slap myself to stop the verbal flood pouring out of my mouth.
"You don't understand. I love you. I don't want to be away from you —ever. Not only that, but I can't walk away from you. The fact that you are starting to bond to me proves that I'm yours. I'll never be able to be with anyone other than you," he promised.
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