These characters don't belong to me…(they belong to the amazing Stephenie Meyer) *bows*
I sighed and looked over at the pale, sapphire-eyed, dark-haired male that was sitting across the room. Ian was with Jared, Kyle, and Jeb discussing plans for another raid and I, Wanda, wasn't the happiest soul.
"Earth to Wanda," Jamie said, snapping his fingers in front of my face.
I glanced at him and smiled, sent one last look at Ian, and joined the conversation again.
I was distracted when I felt big, warm fingers tickling my sides. I squirmed and looked into the blue eyes of the man that belonged to me. Ian stopped tickling and kissed me lightly. When he pulled away and stroked my hair, I gave up my plan to pretend to be mad at him. He couldn't help it if Jared wanted him to help plan the raid.
Noticing my almost sad look, he said, "Why so sad Love?"
"I'm not sad. I just missed you."
He smiled and kissed me again before swinging me up and carrying me to our room.
The rains had ended about six months ago, and I had immediately moved in with Ian.
I loved him so much. He was my love, my life, my….everything. I don't remember one day that I hadn't told him I loved him since I was put into Pet's body.
He let me down and I changed into my pajamas. I curled up on the bed and felt him wrap his arms around me. He kissed the middle of my scar.
"Goodnight my Wanderer," he whispered and I swear I could feel him. Not my host, but actually me. Wanda, the soul. I leaned back and snuggled against him, soon falling into a deep sleep and dreaming about us, about our future together.