Disclaimer: teen wolf does not belong to me in any way, shape or form. Thank you so much for the continued support, got my spark back so updates will be slightly quicker :) desperate to get onto season 5 for real this time haha, and a big shoutout to everyone who reviewed, it means the world :) ALSO i updated 'before you', the pre series fic i am writing about kayla and Aiden beofre she came to Beacon Hills and, trust me, it's gonna get gooood haha make sure and check it out :)
The sheriff cruiser slowed to a gentle stop outside Lydia's house, the low rumble of the engine quietening and then cutting out as he turned the key, leaving them both sitting in the dim light reflecting through the windows from the street lights.
She was thankful for the talk and the ride, her mind feeling a little less busy, but she was still worried. Overthinking every aspect of her life with a magnifying glass. Wondering if, just maybe, she was the reason things were so messy? Remove her from the equation and things wouldn't be this bad. So, logically, somewhere along the line she was the catalyst to this absolutely huge steaming pile of crap.
... Maybe her soul shouldn't have just taken her back to the time of her original resurrection, but to the moments before she started a life in Beacon Hills. She wondered how different things would have been then?
"Look, kid..." the sheriff's gruff but kind voice drew her from her internal torment, glancing to the side to meet his gaze, "you've been through a lot. No one expects you to figure everything out right this second. Take some time for yourself. Relax. Recharge"
"Relax?" she chuckled, "I don't know how to. Not anymore"
The sheriff frowned in concern, his eyes carefully studying her as she sat curled up in the seat, a tense frown knitting her brows together.
"I worry about you" he sighed heavily, "all of you. You're all only seventeen years old and the most you all should be concerned about is grades and who's dating who. Not all of this"
"Not all of us are worrying anymore" she commented, a sad edge to her voice and when the sheriff frowned in confusion she smile sorrowfully, "... Allison"
The sheriff glanced down, momentarily closing his eyes in remembrance of the girl who died. Still such an empty void for all of them.
"I miss her" she continued, staring off in the distance as she remembered her fallen friend fondly, "we had our ups and downs but... but she was an amazing person. She didn't deserve what happened to her. She was just trying to help..."
"She was a hero" the sheriff agreed, "without her, no one would've known how to kill the oni's"
"She was smart" Kayla smiled, "real smart"
Silence fell again, seconds turning into minutes as she sat and mourned her friend and all the memories and guilt that assaulted her. Guilt that she got to return but Allison didn't. Just another thing for her to worry and feel bad about.
"Do you really think this whole thing with Stiles and Isaac will blow over?" she asked, "you don't think I'll have to choose between them?"
The sheriff sighed heavily, taking a few moments to compose and choose his words carefully, turning in the seat to face her.
"I think... I think both those boys love you very much and, because they do, they'll realise they need to be grown up about this, put their problems aside and be there for you. In whatever way you need" he replied slowly, "maybe not at first... maybe there will be an adjustment period, but I'm sure the three of you can figure it out"
"I hope so" she said, "it's just such an awkward situation... on top of everything else that's happening. I don't quite know how to deal with it. And it kills me to know I'm hurting them both. I guess the only saving grace is that neither of them will ever know or remember what happened in that other timeline because if they did... heh-" she snorted, "-that would destroy any and all chance of forgiveness and friendship"
"None of that has happened now kiddo" the sheriff reassured, "instead of focusing on what could've happened, or uh... well, I guess it did kind of happen but now it's not-" he was rambling, much like Stiles did, confusing both himself and her the more he talked, "um... I'm getting sidetracked. My point is, maybe focus on the now"
Huh... that was actually good advice. Simple, but good. She was so worried about the past and the future, she hadn't been giving the present her undivided attention and the only way she could fix the future was to sort the present.
Confusing? Yes. But it made sense.
"You're right" she mumbled, "I've been so worried about things turning out the way they did, I've lost sight of what's happening now"
She had been so lost in events that hadn't, technically, happened now instead of living and focusing her energy on the here and now.
Her first downfall.
"It's understandable" the sheriff agreed, "a lot has happened. But don't let it take away from you living your life now. You can't punish yourself forever"
Little did he know, she could. She was pretty good at the self hatred and blame, after all she did have plenty of practice, but chose not to mention that, sending the sheriff a small thankful smile.
"Thank you Sheriff" she whispered, "really. You've helped put things into perspective for me"
"Happy to help" he smiled back, reaching out to squeeze her hand reassuringly, "the supernatural crap isn't really my forte, but human stuff? I'm pretty good at it" he joked lightheartedly, forcing a laugh from her chest.
"Just as well, because the human stuff is something I haven't really grasped yet" she quipped, "people, feelings, emotions... it's all very confusing"
"Well, you seem pretty human to me" he mumbled, true sincerity shining in his gaze, "are you sure you'll be okay overnight?"
"Oh, yeah. Yeah. I'll probably just crash out anyway. It's been a long day"
"I could park a deputy's car out front just in case?" he offered, "these assassins seem like the real deal"
A sudden sickness seized her chest, her mind going blank with panic at the thought. No. No. No. not if there was a chance it could be him.
"Oh... uh... no, no it's okay. I'll be fine. I can look after myself"
He quirked a brow, a little uneasy with her answer.
"You sure kid? Because it's no trouble..."
"I'm sure" she replied with a forced smile, "and anyway, if someone was to show up, your deputies would be way out their comfort zone and most likely end up dying. Your department definitely can't take any more hits like that"
The sheriff pursed his lips in thought, slowly nodding and agreeing with her thought process.
"You're right" he agreed, "no one wants to accept jobs here anymore. It isn't hard to deduce why"
She chuckled to herself, holding the blanket around her shoulders as she opened the door and climbed out, her legs still a little wobbly and sore but she pushed past it, leaning down to say goodbye.
"Thanks for the ride sheriff"
"Anytime, and uh... you're welcome around for dinner whenever you want. Don't be a stranger okay?"
"Sure thing"
She shut the door gently, standing to the side and watching him drive off, waving to him as he did so before turning to the house and making her way up the front steps.
The house was in semi darkness, the large front door creaking a little as she opened it, kicking off her shoes underneath the jacket rack.
"Mrs Martin?" she called out, "you up?"
No answer.
"Sorry for being late... or early" she added, making her way to the stairs, realising they were all meant to stay up at the lake house this weekend, "there was a little incident... uh... well, I don't know if you call death a 'little incident' but..."
She made it to the top of the flight of stairs, the eerie silence telling her that she was just talking to herself.
"Nevermind" she muttered, "clearly you've had one too many glasses of wine - again"
She walked down the corridor, pushing open the door to the guest room - her room, for now - and dumped the damp blanket in the laundry basket by the door and headed straight to the en suite bathroom, pushing the straps of her little black dress off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor, stepping out from her underwear and turning the shower on full blast.
After tonight, she realised she had to do something.
She had to push her 'human' problems away and focus on what was unfolding.
The deadpool list and her supernatural encantado cousins.
If she was to make any difference at all to this new timeline, she needed to fix things. To change the outcome of last time. And to do that, she needed to focus.
So tomorrow, that was what she was going to do. No more distractions.
Tomorrow, was a new start.
She didn't get much sleep. A couple of hours at most but she was used to running on empty, this 'new start' wasn't expected to be any different.
Luckily, she was able to adapt and pushed through the tiredness and the headache thumping and spreading its way across her forehead, forcing herself to get up early - even on a Saturday – to do what she had set herself the task of doing… change the future.
She changed into a pair of beige cargo pants and a cropped white long sleeved tee, slipping on a pair of white air forces before brushing out her long hair.
She stopped short, catching her reflection in the mirror.
She looked like Kayla. Normal Kayla before she died. Only thing was, she didn't feel like that Kayla anymore. She didn't vibe with this look anymore.
She sat down in front of the vanity table, grabbing a pair of scissors and, without putting much thought into it, grabbed a fistful of her hair and chopped off a large chunk, the long pieces falling to the floor. She did the same to the other side, haphazardly cutting it till the waves settled just above her shoulders.
Fresh start, new look.
She ran her hands through her hair, shaking away the stray pieces as she met her own gaze in the reflection.
She looked older, more mature. A look that said she meant business.
Crazy what a little hair cut could achieve.
It might've been a little sloppy and uneven but she didn't care, her thick hair already feeling lighter and bouncier around her shoulders as she grabbed her bag and headed down the stairs, nipping into the kitchen and grabbing a croissant to eat on the way.
She made her way out the door, heading down the steps and, in the early morning dusky light, saw a truck parked in the drive.
She immediately recognised it as Camden's, frowning in confusion as she headed over and rapped her knuckles on the passenger side window to see Isaac, slumped and sleeping against the wheel, suddenly jump at the noise, looking around in terror before seeing her smirk and relaxed, turning the engine to idle so he could push the button to make the passenger window roll down.
"You know, this is private property. I could have you towed" she joked, pushing away the awkwardness from last night as best she could.
"Yeah, please don't. I don't have two hundred bucks to get it back and Camden would kill me"
"What are you doing here? It's, like-" she glanced at her phone, "-ten past seven on a Saturday morning"
"Oh" he swallowed nervously, "just, uh, keeping an eye out. In case any more assassins tried to kill you"
"But you were sleeping?"
"I… I may have nodded off for a few minutes" he admitted sheepishly, much to her delight as she snorted, "but the thought was there"
"Much appreciated" she joked, "but, as you can see, alive and well. You should head home"
She went to walk away but he scrambled out from the truck, meeting her at the back of it and she could tell he was anxious, that nervous look shining in his gaze.
"I-I'm sorry for last night. I know I've said that already but… but I really am. The last thing I want to do is cause problems, especially when we just got you back. So, uh… I'm sorry"
"You didn't cause problems" she sighed, "so don't worry about it"
"Wait, uh-" he quickly called out as she made a move to walk away, "-where are you going?"
"To change things" she replied, "I've been so caught up in everything else, that I'll been failing at the most basic task. To use what I know to change what's set to happen. I need to warn people on the Deadpool and… and try and stop the other Encantado's before all hell breaks loose"
"Seems a lot for a Saturday morning" Isaac joked but she could tell he was worried, no doubt over thinking about her putting herself in danger.
"I have to try. There has to be a reason I came back to this time when I got my soul back and I believe it's because I can change the outcome of things. I can't waste this second chance"
"Okay, well…" Isaac shrugged, a little shy as he met her stare apprehensively, "… how about I keep you company? Plus, I got a ride, you don't"
She frowned, a little apprehensive by that offer but he was right about one thing – she, indeed, did not have a 'ride'. Still carless.
"You would do that for me?"
"What are friends for, right?"
She didn't want to put extra stress and strain on their already fragile relationship, but she truly hoped, believed even, that maybe the events of last night were a turning point for them. He had got an opportunity to say his feelings, get everything off his chest and she had that too, making sure he understood exactly why she couldn't love him as more than a friend and, despite his hurt, he did seem to understand. Maybe they could actually move on from this?
"Uh… okay. Sure" she nodded, "but I need to go to the pharmacy first"
Isaac beamed in delight and relief, grateful he wasn't shunned and held out his arm, inviting her into the passenger side.
She accepted, climbing up into the truck and throwing her bag onto the floor, Isaac doing the same as he got into the driver's side.
"Finally learnt how to drive huh?" she asked, watching as he started reversing from the drive.
"Yeah. Thought it was about time. I couldn't keep riding the back of Scott's motorcycle" he chuckled, "although, I think he kinda liked it. He definitely seems like a little spoon"
"No arguments there" she smirked, "I'm happy for you"
He turned to throw her a small smile, "thanks Hale"
They rode in silence for a few minutes until Isaac asked for directions to the what pharmacy she was wanting and she gave them, pointing out where he needed to go until he slowed to a stop outside it, putting the truck in park.
"Why do you need to go to the pharmacy anyway? Is everything okay?" he asked in concern, "I mean… you weren't actually hurt more than you said after last night, right?"
"No" she shook her head, "all good, just bruises. Uh… I just uh… well, Stiles and I… um… y'know… a few times… without using protection and, as we all know, pregnancy doesn't really agree with me-" she forced out an uncomfortable chuckle, "-so I'd rather just avoid all that again and get plan B"
"Oh… right" he muttered, coughing under his breath to clear his throat, "sorry for asking. It's none of my business"
"It's fine" she shrugged, not really bothered, "It's my own fault. You'd think by now I'd know how to deal with this shit. Uh…" she grabbed her bag, "be right back"
She headed into the pharmacy, making a beeline straight to the counter and waiting for the pharmacist to turn around, the middle aged woman spotting her and smiling as she made her way over.
"Good morning, how can I help you?"
"Just the plan B pill please"
She expected the pharmacist to be a little judgey but, surprisingly, she wasn't. She simply hummed and nodded, reaching under the counter for a bit of paper and a clipboard, grabbing a pen.
"Of course, that shouldn't be a problem. I just need to ask you some questions first if that's okay?"
So she stood there, going through each and every question the pharmacist asked, beginning to lose more patience the more time that passed but tried to remain calm and polite.
"Thank you for that" the pharmacist smiled, putting the clipboard down and reaching to the side to grab a small packet and slid it across to her, "here you go. That'll be fifty five dollars, unless you have appropriate health insurance?'
"I'll just pay outright, thanks"
The whole process took under five minutes as she left the pharmacy, dry swallowing the small white pill before getting back into the truck, Isaac giving her a small tight smile.
"You good?"
"Yeah, all good"
He seemed relieved, not really wanting to delve into the ins and outs of her sex life.
"So uh… what's next?"
"I need to find the other encantado's" she decided, "they caused mayhem last time. Lots of innocent people died and I can't have that happening again. I need to stop them"
"By yourself?" he asked nervously, "Hale… that's three against one and they're extremely powerful. They brought you back from the dead, that takes a lot of power"
"I know, but I'm not scared of them" she shook her head, "I know exactly what they're capable of but, just like last time, I have a feeling they're gonna underestimate me"
The first time since last night she let her eyes glow that bright dangerous green, accepting that – for whatever reason – her abilities had returned after a short delay and, although it scared her a little, knowing what terrible things she could do with that power, she decided to put that fear aside and focus on using it for good.
Isaac gulped, a little unnerved by the glow to her irises, the bright green making his very soul tingle.
"I just don't want you dying. Again"
She smirked, "now who's underestimating me?"
"I'm not" he chuckled, "but you do have a track record of, well, dying" he insisted, "how many times is that now?"
"Are we counting the flatlining incident on the operating table?"
"Duh"
"Then three times. But, really, only the two-month vacation down under holds actual merit. Lots of people's hearts stop, soooo… if you think about it like that, I ain't that special"
"It's still three times too many" Isaac pointed out and, even though he was trying to be lighthearted, she could tell he was hurt just thinking about it, "and I'd prefer we don't try for a fourth"
"Isaac… I need to do this" she implored, "I need to find a way to stop them before things get out of control again"
He knew it was the right thing to do and, he guessed, he should be thankful that this time she came back knowing and understanding the difference between right and wrong, but he still hated this plan.
Any plan that put her in danger, to him, was a sucky plan.
But, despite his feelings, he couldn't say no to her. Not really.
"Fine" he sighed, giving up, "so what is it you're thinking?"
Here she sat in her new red Chevrolet Camaro that she had just picked up from the dealership because this girl had needed a car for long enough, so she had Isaac take her to pick one out and, not wanting to waste time on meaningless decisions like this, she picked out the first one she liked.
She knew they were good cars, Derek had one for a while and not only did it drive smooth, it drove fast as well.
Always a bonus.
She made Isaac go and help Lydia get the codes for the other Deadpool lists as they already knew the passwords thanks to her little adventure in the other time and made him promise to alert as many people on the list as he could, warning them to either get the hell out of town or, at the very least, arm themselves.
He was hesitant to leave her but she reassured him she was in no real danger and, even if by some miracle she did find them, they wouldn't kill her. They did, after all, bring her back to life for a reason and that reason was because they wanted her to join them – bringing together their power to make themselves unstoppable.
She made her way around town, checking all the fancy and expensive places and hotels she could think of because, from what she remembered, her encantado cousins wouldn't dare subject themselves to some budget motel in the bad parts of town. No… they would be living it up with the best of the best, that much was blaringly obvious.
She spent hours looking, scoping out each potential site but coming up empty, hitting a complete dead end.
It seemed; they didn't want to be found. Or, at the very least, found easily.
She slowed her car to a stop along the side of the street, feeling disappointed and a failure as the one job she had set out to do she was failing at.
She didn't expect it to be easy, but she had hoped that, at least by this time in the afternoon, she would have found something – anything – to help her stop them once and for all.
Stop them before they could take any more lives.
However, it was proving to be difficult and that wound her up.
In annoyance, she lashed out at her steering wheel, hitting it hard enough to make the car shake a little from where it was parked.
She was annoyed at herself, feeling like a failure.
Time wasn't on her side here. The quicker she fixed things, the more lives she would save. Only now it felt like she was really running out of time, and fast.
The shrill ring of her cell phone broke through her self critical thinking and she reached across to the seat, turning her phone around and seeing Stiles' name and picture shining up at her.
She debated letting it ring out, unsure what kind of mood he would be in, but knew if she did that then he would just keep ringing until she either turned her phone off or gave up and answered, plus, she didn't want to worry him unnecessarily so swiped at the screen, clicking it onto loudspeaker and balanced it on the steering wheel.
"Hello?"
"Oh… hey" he seemed surprised she answered, his voice soft and careful, "I uh… I'm just checking in on you after last night… seeing if you were alright?"
She was a little astonished he had exercised this much self-control to not phone her until mid-afternoon, no doubt listening to his dad's lecture about giving her some space and smiled a little at his show of concern.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just bruises" she repeated what she had said earlier to Isaac, "I've had worse"
There was a small pause at the other end of the line until, after a few seconds, he sighed, clearly unable to bite his tongue any longer at what he was really wanting to say.
"Kaylz, are we good?" he asked nervously, "because I get that our relationship is sort of in limbo at the moment, and I understand why, but one minute we're tearing each other's clothes off and having amazing sex, and the next it's like we can barely talk without arguing and I just… it makes me worry" he admitted, "so… are we good?"
"That's kind of a broad question Stiles…"
"I think it's kind of simple" he whispered, "either we're okay and there's hope for us… or there's not"
"Stiles… we're okay" she replied, much to his relief as he audibly sighed loudly on the other end of the phone, "of course we are. Like I said yesterday… things are just complicated and a little messy right now. You don't need to worry about us"
"Good… phew" he exclaimed, "because I've been worrying about this all day and I tried to listen to my dad and give you space but it was sort of eating me alive… oh god, I'm rambling aren't I?"
She chuckled, "just a little"
"My bad. Uh… why don't you come over and we can, I dunno, hang out?"
She winced, "do you think that's such a good idea?"
"Yeah, why wouldn't I?" he asked nervously, "because I'll be on my best behaviour. I won't be, well… myself" he muttered after a pause, "I mean, uh, no more arguments. I promise"
"I wasn't thinking about that Stiles" she replied, "I was meaning more the fact that whenever we're alone we usually end up screwing" she said bluntly.
"Is that a bad thing?" he said cheekily, trying to joke but he sounded a little nervous.
"Well… no" she said carefully, "but it doesn't really help our situation, does it?"
Another pause.
"How about I promise to keep my hands to myself?" he asked, "I just… I miss you. Even though you may or may not be my girlfriend at the moment, you're still my best friend. I miss having you close"
Dammit Stiles, how could she say no to that?
After all, she had hit a dead end here. She had been searching all day and nothing. Maybe they just didn't want to be found yet.
"… Okay" she found herself saying, "Okay sure. I'll be there in ten"
She could hear the excitement in his voice as he said he would be waiting and that he was thankful they could still be okay with each other, despite the tension and complicatedness, and she was glad of that too.
If there was anything she wanted to work in this new timeline it was her and Stiles – always.
It took her a little longer than ten minutes because of the late afternoon traffic, but as soon as she pulled into the driveway in front of the garage, the front door opened and Stiles eagerly bounded over just in time to help her open her car door.
"Oh wow, new ride" he observed, reaching out his hand for her to grab to help pull herself up and out of the car, "and new hair cut" he added, his eyes turning appreciative and a little sappy as he looked at her, "it uh… it… you look good"
"Yeah, I was fancying a change" she shrugged, touching her shoulder length hair, "you really like it?"
He gulped, trying to not be so full on but unable to look away from her as he nodded slowly.
"What? Of course I do. You look beautiful. I mean, you always look beautiful, I just mean you look really good. It suits you"
"Thanks" she smiled, keeping his gaze for a few seconds before clearing her throat, "uh… we going in?"
"Oh yeah, of course. Duh" he smacked his forehead, looking like he immediately regretted that action as he muttered 'doofus' under his breath, leading her along the path and in the front door.
Despite it not really being her home, she immediately felt relaxed here. The Stilinski household was comforting and soothing, exactly what a loving family home should be. She really did feel at home here.
He was about to lead her up the stairs but she gently grabbed his forearm, stopping him before he could climb them.
"Uh… maybe we shouldn't go to your room" she said, "your room that has a bed in it…"
"Oh. Yeah" he chuckled, "good point" recognising their complete lack of control when it came to one another and leading her to the living room to the three grey seater sofa.
"Thanks for inviting me over" she said, taking a seat next to him as he leaned forward to grab the TV remote, putting the TV on in the background, "I was having a pretty boring and unsuccessful day"
"Me too" he said, "in fact, I've not even left the house all day"
"Why not?"
"Honestly? I was kinda bummed about last night and over thinking everything. I've been working up a kick ass apology to you but everytime I think I've nailed it, it keeps coming out lame" he admitted.
"You don't need to apologise"
"Yeah, I kind of do" he shrugged, "I'm an ass. Like, a total ass. I seriously don't know how you put up with me. I'm rude, I'm jealous, I cross so many boundaries… I… I keep crossing the line and I am really sorry. I will work on my anger and my feelings about what happened in that other time, I promise"
"I can't blame you for feeling what you feel Stiles. In fact, I would be worried if you didn't feel any of the things you were feeling" she chuckled, "it was just a lot of tension last night, that's all"
"And I take full responsibility for my part in that" he said, "I'm not gonna lie and say I'm suddenly okay with everything, because I'm not, but I can recognise that everything that happened is from a non existent time now. It hasn't happened now, I just have to keep reminding myself of that"
"I uh… appreciate that" she said, "and if there's anything else you want to know that I can answer, then ask me. I'll be one hundred percent honest with you"
He glanced down, looking like he was fighting with his internal thoughts, struggling with how and what to ask but she just waited patiently, giving him time to compose himself.
"I… I know I'm an ass asking this, but if I don't know the answer to this it's gonna kill me inside so… uh…" he gulped, screwing his eyes shut in shame, "was he… was he good?"
She frowned, not really understanding where he was coming from.
"Was who good at what?"
He winced, looking like he was already regretting ever letting those words leave his mouth.
"Isaac… was Isaac uh… was he good at… at…-"
"Oh" she muttered, "you want to know if he was good at sex?"
He stayed silent, nervously raising his thumb to bite his nail as his right foot jumped up and down, an anxious nervous twitch that developed whenever he was on edge.
"Um… Stiles…" she said slowly, "I don't really think you want to know the details of that?"
"I probably don't" he admitted, "but not knowing is worse, so…"
"Okay, well…" she sighed, "I mean… he was… new to it" she said delicately, "so it wasn't amazing, but uh… it was okay. Nothing special. Nothing compared to what we have"
He looked up at that, a nervous glint shining in his eyes.
"I had lots of meaningless sex. Every time was just… lacking substance. It was only ever okay… and then when we… when we had sex… it was better than okay. It was mindblowing. It felt like that because, deep down, my broken soul still loved you. So uh… does that answer your question?"
"Knowing that Isaac was shit at sex? Yeah" he nodded, trying to joke and loosen up a bit as he shot her a smile, "sorry for asking, I just… it plays on my mind a lot"
"I understand"
"I miss you" he said, "I don't like us fighting"
"Nor do I"
"Can we stop fighting?" he asked gingerly, "I know things are complicated, but can we promise each other not to hate one another?"
"Sure" she smiled, "I can do that"
He breathed a sigh of relief, "good. That's… that's really good"
She relaxed back onto the sofa, whatever tension there had been between them beginning to dissolve as he silently reached out for her hand, the tips of his fingers grazing the back of her hand as he searched for her grip, their fingers interlinking as one.
One touch – just that one touch – made every atom of her body come alive, a delighted shiver running down her spine.
It was amazing the effect he had on her. She didn't know exactly why. Why he always seemed to penetrate her armour and touch her very soul, bringing her to life, but she never complained.
It was more than just an earthly connection. It was as if they were entangled and bound through every universe, every reality… no matter what the cost.
She fully believed he was her soulmate.
Maybe that's why her broken soul took her back to now… not just to fix things and change destiny, but to be with Stiles. To be with the one that made her whole.
She swallowed, forgetting what she had told herself as she glanced to the side, indivertibly meeting his soft stare that, too, was gazing sideways at her, their gazes clashing.
How one person could make her feel so much was astounding. Astounding, but kind of scary too. Scary because she knew, in her heart of hearts, he was the one for her and her whole life – every breath she took – was devoted to him.
She moved at the same time she did, leaning into his grasp as he reached out to cup her cheek, their lips smashing together fervently as he grabbed her waist, pulling her onto his lap.
Whoops.
Whoops indeed.
A/N) Lmao i love how they're in this maybe/limbo stage but cant resist each other hahaha my babies lol, I hope you all liked and please please please review and I shall see you all soon