tragedy has touched your life, you have not let it rule you.” He paused then, thinking of how he should tell her about his other wants without coming across like some strange pervert. She was quiet and though she could not see him, he could see her just fine. He was, after all, the dream weaver and the night was his domain. Her eyes were wide and her plump lips were pressed firmly together as though she was trying not to blurt something out.
“As for the first want you mentioned, I want to be honest with you and want you to know right from the start what you might be getting into so I will be blunt. Yes, I want you as a man wants a woman. I am attracted to you on more levels than I knew even existed. Your interior beauty captivates me, and your exterior beauty calls to the primal part of me that wants to claim you as a mate. I want to know what your skin feels like and how your hair smells just after a shower. I want to see you smile because of something I have said. I want.” He paused and let out a painful groan. “I want things I shouldn’t want and things that I am forbidden from having. Those things all have to do with you, Sarah Serenity Tillman. I want you for my own and I want to be yours.”
Dair could hear her rapid breathing and see the quick rise and fall of her chest. She didn’t say anything for a very long time, but simply stared into the darkness. He didn’t know if that was better than her telling him he was a lunatic and to get out, but waiting for her response was still difficult. Just when he was considering the idea that maybe she had gone into shock, she cleared her throat.
“Okay, so that is a lot of information to process. And frankly it’s a tad, okay more than a tad, ridiculous and weird. . .and. . .and creepy and just so not normal.”
“I think I understood what you meant back at ridiculous,” he said coolly. He wasn’t upset or hurt by her words. Dair was actually amused by her frankness.
“Well, you got to say your peace and, brother, let me tell you, you said enough. Therefore, I get to say my peace.”
“I do not want to be your brother.” The idea of being related to her had his stomach churning uncomfortably.
“It’s just an expression.” Serenity took several breaths and rubbed her hands up and down her thighs. “Basically, I’m trying not to flip out.”
“I would never hurt you,” he told her suddenly. For some reason he felt the need to mention that.
“I’m thinking that if you wanted to hurt me, it would have happened by now,” she said still rubbing her hands up and down her legs. He wanted to comfort her, to reassure her that everything would be alright, but he had not earned that right—yet.
“I think I need some time,” she nodded her head. “Yes, time would be good. Can you just maybe not come into my room and give me freaky dreams for a few days, maybe a week, and let me think about the heavy stuff you have just dropped on my head?”
A week! His throat constricted and his heart pounded as he thought about being separated from her for that length of time. Somehow, if it was what she needed in order to come to terms with him, he would have to give her that time.
“Very well,” he finally, though rather reluctantly, agreed.
“Can I see you now?” she asked him again and the eagerness in her voice nearly had him giving in to her request.
“I think I should wait to show myself to you after you have thought about the things I have shared. If, at the end of a week’s time, you want to consider us a possibility, then I will show myself to you. But if you decide that there is no place for me in your life, it would be better if you did not see me. It would be easier for your mind to push away the fact that we spoke and return me back to the myth you believed me to be.” As her shoulders dropped forward and the eagerness faded from her eyes, he realized just how difficult it was going to be not to give this woman everything she asked
“As for the first want you mentioned, I want to be honest with you and want you to know right from the start what you might be getting into so I will be blunt. Yes, I want you as a man wants a woman. I am attracted to you on more levels than I knew even existed. Your interior beauty captivates me, and your exterior beauty calls to the primal part of me that wants to claim you as a mate. I want to know what your skin feels like and how your hair smells just after a shower. I want to see you smile because of something I have said. I want.” He paused and let out a painful groan. “I want things I shouldn’t want and things that I am forbidden from having. Those things all have to do with you, Sarah Serenity Tillman. I want you for my own and I want to be yours.”
Dair could hear her rapid breathing and see the quick rise and fall of her chest. She didn’t say anything for a very long time, but simply stared into the darkness. He didn’t know if that was better than her telling him he was a lunatic and to get out, but waiting for her response was still difficult. Just when he was considering the idea that maybe she had gone into shock, she cleared her throat.
“Okay, so that is a lot of information to process. And frankly it’s a tad, okay more than a tad, ridiculous and weird. . .and. . .and creepy and just so not normal.”
“I think I understood what you meant back at ridiculous,” he said coolly. He wasn’t upset or hurt by her words. Dair was actually amused by her frankness.
“Well, you got to say your peace and, brother, let me tell you, you said enough. Therefore, I get to say my peace.”
“I do not want to be your brother.” The idea of being related to her had his stomach churning uncomfortably.
“It’s just an expression.” Serenity took several breaths and rubbed her hands up and down her thighs. “Basically, I’m trying not to flip out.”
“I would never hurt you,” he told her suddenly. For some reason he felt the need to mention that.
“I’m thinking that if you wanted to hurt me, it would have happened by now,” she said still rubbing her hands up and down her legs. He wanted to comfort her, to reassure her that everything would be alright, but he had not earned that right—yet.
“I think I need some time,” she nodded her head. “Yes, time would be good. Can you just maybe not come into my room and give me freaky dreams for a few days, maybe a week, and let me think about the heavy stuff you have just dropped on my head?”
A week! His throat constricted and his heart pounded as he thought about being separated from her for that length of time. Somehow, if it was what she needed in order to come to terms with him, he would have to give her that time.
“Very well,” he finally, though rather reluctantly, agreed.
“Can I see you now?” she asked him again and the eagerness in her voice nearly had him giving in to her request.
“I think I should wait to show myself to you after you have thought about the things I have shared. If, at the end of a week’s time, you want to consider us a possibility, then I will show myself to you. But if you decide that there is no place for me in your life, it would be better if you did not see me. It would be easier for your mind to push away the fact that we spoke and return me back to the myth you believed me to be.” As her shoulders dropped forward and the eagerness faded from her eyes, he realized just how difficult it was going to be not to give this woman everything she asked
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