of the bond. I knew I would be crushed if he didn't truly want to be with me.
“Every word,” he replied, looking deep into my eyes.
“I'm not a burden to you?”
“Not at all,” he laughed. “I can't wait to spend the rest of eternity together, cliché as it sounds.”
I sighed, full of relief. “I feel the same way—is that crazy? I barely know you.”
“We've known each other for a long time, mi amante. The dreams connected us before the bond did. I've been attached to you long before I met you—I feel like I've known you my whole life,” he responded. He was right—the bond was something that wasn't meant to be fought, even if I wanted to, which I didn't. Even just standing next to him, my body ached to be closer, to touch him, to feel him pressed against me. It was like he had some sort of gravitational pull on me, like a magnet to metal. He just felt like home to me.
“That's true—I always felt connected to you in the dreams, and I never felt the same for anyone that I felt for you,” I admitted.
“See? Stop all of this insecurity crap. You're mine, I'm yours—forever. Nothing will ever change that,” he said, running his fingers through my hair.
“Forever?” I questioned, somewhat skeptically. Guys usually ran from commitment, so to hear him say forever was unexpected, especially after just meeting last night.
“Until my last heartbeat,” he replied. “We better get moving—our appointment with the realtor is in an hour, and we still have to eat lunch.”
“Our appointment?” I playfully questioned.
“Yes, our appointment. I was hoping you would live with me—not right away, if you don't want to, but whenever you're ready,” he answered, a shy smile playing on his lips.
Joy flowed through me—he wanted me to live with him after all that I had already put him through. I jumped into his arms, wrapping mine around his neck and kissing him on the lips. “Of course I want to move in with you, but I don't know how we are going to convince my dad—he will definitely not like that idea.”
“I'm hoping he will understand since our twin flame connection will cause you to be sick and in pain, even if we are apart for just a night,” he said.
“I still don't know if I believe that myself. We might have to test that theory out, just to prove that I'm not insane for moving in with you after knowing you for one night. So where are you taking me to eat?” I asked, changing the subject.
“Anywhere you want to go, mi amante,” he answered.
“I feel like pizza—there's a little Italian bistro close to the beach that I like,” I suggested.
“That sounds great—lead the way,” he said, grabbing my hand and threading our fingers together. We walked the rest of the way towards the beach, and entered the little Italian bistro I frequented. I was still in disbelief that Jace just asked me to move in with him, and that he wanted to be with me. I couldn't believe I accepted his offer to move in without hesitation, but I knew what my heart was telling me, even if my brain was telling me I was being illogical. Nothing about my life seemed logical now, and I knew if I was going to get through this, I needed to accept my new reality, not question it. I felt that taking time to analyze things too much could mean life or death in the Elemental World.
As we were seated, I decided we would use this date to get to know each other. Even though we knew each other for years in our dreams, we knew little about each other. “I know we are soul mates and all that, but I think we need to get to know each other better,” I stated.
“I agree—ask me anything you want,” he replied.
“Ok, when's your birthday?”
“September 20. And I know yours was yesterday, so June 3, right?” he asked.
“Right. How old are you?”
“Twenty-one. What's your favorite color?”
“Pink. What's yours?” I asked.
“Green—especially the green in your eyes,” he replied.
I laughed, “You don't have
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