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Skye dusted her forehead and touched up her lip gloss and puckered her lips. Third date with Pietro. She slipped her heels on and gave herself a twirl before the mirror.

"You look good." Jemma smiled.

"Yep! Third date!" She grinned a little too widely.

"Oh!"

"I don't get the fuss over the third date. Isn't he your soul mate?" Fitz grumbled at the other side of the table.

"Oh Fitz. Don't you know the three dates protocol? Introductory, familiarity and-" Jemma ticked off her hand.

"But they're soulmates!"

Skye leant down to Fitz, "And this is why Bobbi and Jemma is mad at you."

"Fitz! Just because they're soulmates-"

Skye waved as she left before the fight became a full blown thing - again.

Pietro was waiting by the lamppost as she turned around the corner. Pietro was waiting by the lamppost arms tightly around another woman, whispering into her ear, laughing at something she said.

Weren't they soulmates? Her heart stuttered as she pulled herself back around the corner, hand clasping her chest. This is the whole reason why she had asked to go slow. She wanted to be certain. Just because they were soulmates didn't mean they were going to fall desperately in love.

Skye peeked out from the corner, seeing him drape his arm over the woman with dark hair. His eyes crinkled as he guffawed loudly. Her heart clenched tightly. She wasn't going to deal with this now. Maybe when her heart stopped crying. She turned, digging her hands into her pocket. Drink a beer, talk shit to Hunter when she got back. Skye ran her hand through her hair, not caring that it was getting messy, not caring her phone was ringing.

She must have been sidetracked because the sun was setting as she sat in the bushes on top of a cliff. The streaks of purple ran across the darkening blue sky, even the moon was out by now.

Her phone had been ringing almost non-stop for the last one hour.

"Hello?" Skye answered.

"Skye! What happened?" Jemma's voice pierced the silence that Skye had been sitting in. "We thought you were kidnapped or something. Pietro was very worried when you didn't turn up for the date. He even ran all the way here with his dress shoes to check. There were holes in his dress shoes and-"

The phone was snatched away from her and a male masculine that she had come to love spoke. "Mana mīlestība, what happened?"

She couldn't talk to him yet. She wasn't ready. "I- I'm sorry," Skye floundered and then hung up. She needed to come up with an excuse, something that he would accept for her flaking out.

A brush of wind rushed through the forest and he was sitting beside her. Jacket across his arm, collar opened, his hair was blown and messy. His eyebrows furrowed as he checked her. "Are you okay? What happened mīļotā?" He cupped her face, tugging her lips from where she had been biting them. "Skye?"

"It's okay Pietro." She said, moving away from him. "If you love one someone else, it's okay to tell me. We can always be friends."

"Skye? I told you when I first met you, I was waiting for you for a long time." He caressed his words that ran down her neck. "I don't know why you're saying this now. But I don't want to be just friends with you." He swallowed thickly. "But I can try my best if that's all you want to be."

"You can just say that and, and." The hot tears that had been threatening on the edge of her eyes slid down her face. "And-"

"And what? Tell me!"

"And two time me with another woman!"

"Two time? I'm not two timing you with anyone!"

"Then who was the girl you were hugging?"

He stilled, looking at her, mouth twisted in a smirk. Laughing, he spun her, ignoring her angry blows, "Oh mana mīlestība, you were jealous! Jealous of my twin sister."

"Twin what?"

He sank her on the ground, whispering. "Mīļotā. That woman I was hugging was my twin sister."