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strangely starting to feel between us.
    I'm too tired and overworked at the whole night, so I take his insult as a mere figment of my insane imagination and close my eyes. I allow my body to relax into his and as I do so, I vaguely recall his grip hardening, bringing my body even closer to his. I tell myself this is all a dream and tomorrow I will go back to being a plain Jane, waiting tables at the Bar and Grill, counting down the days until I’m out of this town. I allow my mind to shut down and as I sigh in relaxation, I finally give in and fall into a deep to sleep.

    Sin
    I lie pressed against her small frame until I feel her body give in to sleep and her breathing slows to a soft purr. I place my nose inside the crease of her neck and inhale the sweet scent of her. Fuck. I release her sleeping body and lay my back onto the mattress. What am I doing? I should have never come in here. Again, a battle with my mind and my body. My mind tried to fight the emotions rippling through the air, but I could sense her discomfort. My hyper-sensitive ears could hear her small whimpers as she was deep in her nightmare. I fought myself from going to her. I need to stay away. I need to deny what I felt at the first touch of her. Because if it all came to a head with the realization of what was happening, then it would mean I have been chasing a ghost the past five years. Gabriella was my soulmate. She was the one no matter how hard I fought would have been my love for a lifetime.
    But if that were the case, then why is my body tingling with the need to bond? I won’t deny the immediate pull to Emma, but to be my one? No. Fucking. Way. I think about Gabriella, try to summon the smell of her skin. Sadly, I fight to remember just how soft her skin was under my hands. Don’t forget, I coach my straying mind. I made a promise to avenge her death and save her, and I won’t stop until I fulfill it. I turn back, wrapping my arms around Emma once again, where they ache to be. This is only temporary. No matter what my body is telling me, there is no way Emma is my one true love. Gabriella is. She was going to be. But never once did you bond with her. I fight my mind, ignoring the truth it tells.
    We just weren’t given the time. Zander took that away from us. And for that he will pay with his life. Emma whimpers but this time it’s due to me gripping too tightly. I take a deep breath filling my lungs with her honeyed scent and I relax around her body. Tomorrow, I will back off. I need her to help me, and then I will be gone.

    Emma
    I snuggle against my pillow, releasing a long sigh. I’ve never fully acknowledged the fact that I love my bed, but when I wake up, I’m going to make it a point to thank my bedding for being awesome because I’m in Heaven. I snuggle further into my pillow while wrapping my legs around my comforter. Goddamn, this is great . I mean, how do people ever leave their beds? Inhaling my sheets, they smell like male and dominance and... What? My legs halt, stopping their rub-down of my sheets as I lift open an eyelid to wonder about the new scent of my bedroom. As my lid is semi-opened, I notice my head is not particularly resting on my great bed pillow. I tilt my now-bulging eyeball downwards and realize my leg is also in its own fairyland, actually making rubby-rubby formations with something that is not my comforter.
    My body freezes as my other eyelid flies open and I recognize my surroundings. And holy fuck me, I am not in comfort heaven. My comfort has nothing to do with thread-count-to-pillow fluff. It’s because my body is sprawled out on a half-naked male body and I have somehow latched myself onto my stranger-danger roommate like a goddamn spider monkey.
    I’m about to pull my whole body away and fly off my bed when his deep voice startles me.
    “Where are you going? You seemed so content.”
    Oh, fuck. Fuck fuck fuck .
    “Um... I, um... How… you... I... shit, I forgot you were in here,” I manage to