Part 2
"I trust you told that bitch there's not a chance in hell of anything happening?" Astara's crimson nails were running up and down Ardon's chest, the other beneath the sheets, stroking him gently. Gold hair fanned out around her oval face, a soft curtain of gentle curls.
"Yeah," he said lazily, folding his arms behind his head and leaning on them.
A few red bulbs lit her bedroom, and some incense and scented candles were burning. She loved that sort of witchy stuff thing, even though she was a vampire, like him. Ardon tended to put up with anything she wanted, mainly because he loved her more than anything. He rolled over impulsively, lying on top of her, cupping her perfect angelic face in his palms. Astara smiled, touching his lips with one of her delicate artist fingers.
"I love you," he whispered. "Just you, you know that, right?"
Astara nodded. "I don't get that stupid soulmate thing. It spoils everything."
Ardon shook his head. "Me neither. Nothing is going to chance."
Astara nodded, smiling, and turning to lie on her stomach. "Hold me while I fall asleep."
"Sure." He snuggled close to her and held her tight.
She had been the love of his life for the last three years. They'd known each other practically forever, but most of the time had managed to hate each other. Ardon couldn't believe she was now the most important thing in his life. He knew she'd been hurt but the sudden shock of that damn soulmate thing with that werewolf bitch. He already had a girlfriend he loved, the were-bitch needed to understand that. Mystical forces were not going to change anything. He found himself awake for most of the night.
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"I trust you told that bitch there's not a chance in hell of anything happening?" Astara's crimson nails were running up and down Ardon's chest, the other beneath the sheets, stroking him gently. Gold hair fanned out around her oval face, a soft curtain of gentle curls.
"Yeah," he said lazily, folding his arms behind his head and leaning on them.
A few red bulbs lit her bedroom, and some incense and scented candles were burning. She loved that sort of witchy stuff thing, even though she was a vampire, like him. Ardon tended to put up with anything she wanted, mainly because he loved her more than anything. He rolled over impulsively, lying on top of her, cupping her perfect angelic face in his palms. Astara smiled, touching his lips with one of her delicate artist fingers.
"I love you," he whispered. "Just you, you know that, right?"
Astara nodded. "I don't get that stupid soulmate thing. It spoils everything."
Ardon shook his head. "Me neither. Nothing is going to chance."
Astara nodded, smiling, and turning to lie on her stomach. "Hold me while I fall asleep."
"Sure." He snuggled close to her and held her tight.
She had been the love of his life for the last three years. They'd known each other practically forever, but most of the time had managed to hate each other. Ardon couldn't believe she was now the most important thing in his life. He knew she'd been hurt but the sudden shock of that damn soulmate thing with that werewolf bitch. He already had a girlfriend he loved, the were-bitch needed to understand that. Mystical forces were not going to change anything. He found himself awake for most of the night.
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