Chapter 22

Oleander's

POV

Theodore's warm fingers traced my hands. His eyes seemed to be filled with even amounts of relief and anxiousness. It felt, as if he's scared of losing me, as if he thinks that if he stops touching me, I'll disappear. A familiar feeling pain arose in my heart, it hurts me to think, how he must've suffered all those times when I was not beside him. How mentally and physically tired he must've been. I remember the day I first met him, I was shocked to see him but my heart still knew that this person was someone who I need by my side. Maybe it's my soul, who still remembers his gentle whispers and warm touch. I've never believed in love, even more so in unwavering and eternal love. The thought always disgusted me because….. how could someone else's love be endless when my own mother doesn't love me? Everyone says that a mother's love is unwavering and

never-ending, it's a love that never leaves your side, a love that never ceases, but…. My own mother doesn't love me. We may seem like a perfect and happy family from the outside, but it's all a façade, a show we put to convince others and ourselves. But we all know that it's not true. I've never experienced true love, though Isabelle's annoyance often hid her boundless love for me, and Claire has been my biggest cheerleader for as long as I remember.

But ….. Theodore's love… it's different. It doesn't disgusts me, rather it fills me with warmth and sweetness. And sometimes the warmth may or may not get too hot for me. Anyways, You don't need words to know that he loves me wholeheartedly. His eyes always does the talking for him. I am sure, that if I tell him to give his soul to me, he'll give it happily. And even if I hurt him or

betray him, he'll still love me with the same passion as he did before. I don't know what good I did to deserve this…

My thoughtswere interrupted when Theodore's breathless voice called out to me. I've been absent mindedly stroking his hair and unintentionally my hands were trailing his back as he rested his head on my lap. Now don't ask me how we got into that

position, cause I don't know either! 

His teared eyes looked up to meet mine. He was now a panting mess, and I didn't even touch him in that way, yet. It was oddly satisfying to see the effect I had on him.

My love… don't do anything that will make me lose my patience. I've been holding myself in for a long time, so don't start anything you can't finish. Theodore said with a tortured and breathless voice.

Oh, but I am not starting anything that I won't be able to finish. Theodore sat straight at hearing my words. His eyes turning black from lust and desire.

My hands tracing his chest, while working its way down. A gritted groan escaped his mouth before he kissed me. His mouth was desperate, like a hungry beast. His tongue traced my lips, asking for permission to enter. I parted my lips as a moan escaped, while Theodore's tongue explored my mouth. My hands instinctively wrapped themselves around his neck, I needed more, this is not enough. Theodore's hand grabbed my head and tilting it to get more access. Sparks flew every time our bodies touched. I forgot about everything, the memories, Claire and Isabelle, the only thing mattered to me right now was Theodore. His presence filled me up in a way I didn't knew could

be possible.

We broke our kiss, our bodies heaving and breathless. Our hair a total mess. And Theodore's eyes turning the darkest shade of black than I have ever seen. My head buzzed with unholy thoughts and by the Theodore looked, the same was for him too.

A sudden knock broke our trance and when I looked up to Theodore again, his eyes returned to the normal crimson red, his demeanour now completely changed as if he was nothing happened or as if he was not panting a few minutes ago.

Theodore snapped his fingers and the door creaked open, and Isabelle came into view.

Oleander, I think we need to talk... her voice was sad and I the anger mixed in her voice…..