Bonnie Bennett Pov

Cool air blows through the screen of the window.

There's something between us.

Something I've decided would be a waste of time to ignore.

I don't always have answers for everything. I don't expect things to always go smoothly. Yet, tonight- we both could use each other.

"You're so beautiful," His voice was a whisper as he softly kissed up the side of my neck. "It literally hurts to look at you."

He had no idea how much that thought was mines, since he walked into the cafe -that first day.

Our connection is magnetic.

"Il en va de même pour toi, mon amour." A breathless grin came across my face.

He leaned and I pushed more inward, bruising his lips it seems to mine.

Electric charge shoots through me, straight down to my swollen core.

I wanted him more at this moment than I have ever wanted anyone in a very very long time.

His hands move down my hips, his fingers pressing into my flesh with just the right amount of pressure.

Only light in the room is from the moon.

His firm, warm, sensuous mouth crashed into mine once again. It was as if an orchestra roared to life.

My legs spread wide, one hooking around him to guide him towards me.

Barenaked, he positioned himself hesitantly in my sight, tugging me closer and rough.

Clearly, he was no amateur.

There was no comparison. The air went lectric again, I felt no anxiety, and my gaze rested on his month.

Feeling him twitch below, as he caressed each inch of my heated skin.

I was more than ready. I dripped, achingly for him. For the big bang. Precisely that.

Like before, he watches for any sign of uneasiness or slim chance of doubt.

Suddenly his hand was circling my inner core, fiery wet and needing his tip.

Leaning fully, he paused right before pressing his hard, thick member into me.

I whimpered, throwing my head back -nearly touching the pillow. I didn't want to let it take over me too much. Yet, it felt damn good.

Him entirely, was divine. His pieces to my puzzle board.

No. He has done this before. I wonder how many girls came before me. He mentioned one, at this moment I'm sure it was a lie. It had to have been more.

Could he have lied? Not mentioning something is the same as lying isn't it?

If so raw with experience, then why so caramel-vanilla? He seems, and is immensely sweet.

Opening my legs, even more inviting, he gripped my outer thigh in a vigorous and caressing motion. As if he was trying to relax himself. Control himself.

"Faster." I, kindly encouraged.

He chuckled, as if that was the last thing he wanted to do.

Pressing himself faster, I relaxed my body flat on my back.

His fingers found my clitoris and he started to tease me. I squeezed my eyes closed for pleasure. He pace never letting up, he grasped my outer thigh with one hand -while ramming into my core hard.

It felt so good to watch him lose control.

With the pleasure and need to cum, my moans became breathless as I arched into his other palm now against my breast.

It wasn't long until his tongue and teeth were nibbling aggressively on to one of my nipplesm then the other.

I raptured in orgasm for the first time in the night. It wasn't long until the tension began to leave his body, releasing inside of me. It was as if all the while he was waiting on me to release rather than follow suit.

He was amazing.

Angelo pulled out almost completely, and I shuddered, in satisfaction.

Dolefully, I wanted more.

What is happening right now?

"Bonnie," He murmured, taking my chin between his fingers, pulling my face to his. Pushing my thighs apart with his knees, his body never letting up from mine.

I knew my core was still soaked for him. "Another round?"

He smiled.

He knew too.

Our lips brushed, suddenly with a growling groan he was fully inside me again.

Keeping his lips on mine, I moaned knowing that his love wasn't as stimulating mine anywhere near as much as I was stimulating him. Just the anticipation for him to be inside me like this over and over again, is intoxicating.

The drug of us like this, was clogging my senses.

We are both bare with nothing protecting us. Is this safe? Is this right? Perhaps not, though I don't care.

Wriggling in ways that were driving me crazy, and making it very hard to concentrate on what he was doing. I leaned forward just enough for him to gently push me back down as he pushed faster into me.

I moaned. We move together, hearts and breath in unison.

Fingers entwined, I squeezed tightly as his pace quickened. He kissed my left shoulder blade once, then looked into my eyes.

Flaming passion was all I could see, no words in his mind came to me.

Just right. Just the way I like it. Fast, hard, yet soft enough for our lips to brush continuously.

He was beyond good at this.

Would we be able to stop? I don't want to think of that thought. Not now. Not here.

I moan again, my body going soft and pliable. All the blood in my veins rushes to my heart in an instant. I call out his name in a scissoring cry.

His lips crack my mouth open for my tongue. Inviting him in and he delved inside- almost too slow, yet with dying hunger.

Breathlessly, I hadn't noticed he released himself into his shirt. When he tossed it to the side, I caressed his face, running my fingers through his hair.

"You are… incredible." Was the only word that could come to mind.

He kissed me once, with frown lines. He was down about something. "I wanted this to be as special as you are.."

I smiled, giving him a quick kiss. "It was beyond that. What's wrong?"

As his arms enwrap me, my entire body relaxes. Finally, he gave me the kiss I wanted. The one filled with gratitude.

I pull him back down towards me on the bed, but he hesitates, staring into my eyes, waiting for permission.

"No rules, okay?" I whispered.

He gazes up at me with starry eyes, seeming to forget his worries for a moment.

He was holding back.

"I give you permission to tap into your wild side." I said, then gave him an encouraging smile.

He laughed.

"I just want to remember every moment of this. Is that weird?" He asked.

I shook my head.

"I would say the same.. But how can I ever forget this gentleness? Now let's try it again." I smiled anxiously, yearning for more of him.

The third continuous charm, can be the rephrase.

Twining his fingers in mine as he kisses every inch of me, teastingly. "Alright." He agreed.

Closing my eyes as the sensation of his warm hands moving to my breast, he kissed down my body until his lips settled between my legs.

I gasp, seeing stars as if the rooftop opened right up, allowing the glips of galaxies to rush and spin.

*Two Hours Later*

*Dream*

I jumped up at the loud start of a lawnmower.

"Angelo?"

A green lake by the bayou, with branches and trees all around.

He was shirtless, sweaty, gritty and glorious.

That's not like him.

"Well isn't this an early birthday present? Your new boyfriend is cleaning the yard for you."

I peered over at familiar blue eyes and fair skin with olive undertones.

"Damon?" I slowly raised from the outdoor-sofa, blurrily glaring at him. "Hello, Bon-Bon?"

"This is Impossible?" We walked inside the kitchen.

"I've missed you too."

"No, I mean.. this cabin is spelled. No one can get in or out. We were lucky to be on the lawn.

"Not anymore."

"She told me I wouldn't be able to leave until the next full moon- Wait! Did you say birthday present? My birthday is not until February. How did you find me?"

"A friend of a friend." He shrugged.

"You don't have any friends,"

"No, I used to not have any friends. Things change Bon-Bon."

"I know." I sighed. "How is Elena?"

"She's alright. She talks about you most days. She misses you."

"I miss her too."

"Look Bon-Bon, You've been through a lot and we all want you to be happy. No- scratch that- We need you to be happy."

"I am happy. Or at least I was… before.. Paris, or at least… look, Damon.. There's something I think I have to do."

"What do you mean?"

I sighed, not wanting to mention The Amory or Angelo or Naysa Bennett.

"Bon-Bon, I'm okay with you living your life and choosing yourself."

"It's freeing." I confessed.

"I get it. Your dignity is important to you."

"Not as much as my survival."

"Are you surviving? Hiding? You never hide, Bonnie!"

Just then Angelo comes through the door with wooden logs in his arms.

He smiles until he sees Damon across from me.

"Who is this?" Angelo askes me.

"Damon Salvatore. Mysterious, charming, and devastatingly handsome." Damon jokes, referring to himself in the third person.

"Who is he?" Angelo repeated.

"Angelo..-"

"Seems to be I'm very much misjudging your reasons for hiding. You know, the army in the civil war in 1864 was planned years before. After making his first human kill in battle, George Lockwood unknowingly triggered his werewolf curse, which henceforth caused him to transform into a wolf every full moon. Hints, Tyler Lockwood, Bon Bon." Damon says to me.

"Damon, stop, come here so you can go home." I say fast, pulling him.

"Naysa Bennett? I thought she died." Damon says.

"No, truly, Who is he?" Angelo said and I growled in frustration at both of them.

"DAMON!"

*End Of Dream*

…..

"Damon?" I sat up slowly on the bed.

"Bonnie? You alright?" His voice soft, seeming wide awake, placing his gentle hand on my leg.

"Ah..I -Yeah. Sorry, I think I was dreaming about Damon." I ran my hands through my messy hair.

"Ouch. Dreaming about your ex… never a good sign." Angelo sat up along with me.

"No, no, it wasn't like that. You and I were… at some bayou.. Relaxing or something... Then he appeared talking to me, which isn't the strange part. The strange part is that it felt so real, like he was here in the room."

"Yeah, I can see why." Angelo sat on the edge of the bed, grabbing a glass of water. "Here, drink this."

"Thank you."

After taking a sip, I placed it on the nightstand on the other side of me.

The room had gone so silent.

I reached out to touch Angelo's arm, trying to convince him the dream was nothing, but he dodged my touch a bit.

"You should get some rest. I'm sure you just miss him." He says, scowling is a bit covetous in his facial tone.

"Angelo? Should we talk about this? "

He sighs. "No. There's nothing to talk about. You and Damon have history. great friends, now, right?"

"I really don't have an explanation. We never... kissed. I'm sorry if the dream sounded deeper than it should have been."

He nodded, looking me back in my eyes, culpability with a softer tone. "I know, Bonnie. I understand."

"You don't have to feel jealous?" I smirked. "Damon and I were transported to an alternate dimension. I think I'm entitled to dream about my longtime friend once in a blue moon."

He closed his eyes looking away from me. "Truly, it's the opposite of what I feel. I understand your bond with Damon."

"What do you mean?"

"Perhaps this attachment, and wishful thinking to the idea that I can see this deep affection spilling away all reason, reasons to say that we have fallen for what we never truly had before."

"Which would be…?" I pressed.

"An ideal cataclysmic realization that your dilemma can be mine as well. That we could be together after all this." He says finally looking into my eyes.

Damn, I should have known this wasn't going to be easy.

A persona of a girl who chooses to stay so stoic and guarded. A girl -not yet a woman.

"We shouldn't have done this." I whispered.

"I did not expect a fairytale." He commented.

"I won't hope so." I replied.

"Because they aren't real?" He nods.

"No, because I'm no good for you." I replied.

He laughed. "If you say that's true, then that's that.. I guess."

My gaze falls to his hand on the bed.

Without hesitation I gently touched his knuckles. "Sorry, we just can't go there. This was supposed to be fun."

Angelo sighs. "Bonnie?" Given a tone of tentative conclusion that this in all meant more then fun.

I didn't speak a word.

Like on a cold, dungeon floor my heart slept, his voice is what helps my next approach.

I gave a pleading look. He cannot make this hard for me. For us.

"No stone can bond or repress this desire for you. I can spiral, jerk up to the sky yet no amount of shock will numb the pain I'd feel if I don't -" He cut off staring into my eyes and my breath caught needing to know..

"Don't what?"

He sighed, rolling his eyes, slowly laying back, dropping his head onto the pillow.

"Angelo?"

"Sorry, I think- I just need to– rationalize this for a moment. I don't want to be–"

"Too much?" I suggested.

He nodded with his focus up on the ceiling.

"You could never be too much." I felt ashamed to observe his confusion. "You can be just enough of what I need, merely want. Just get out of your own head for a second."

"I don't date, Bonnie. I haven't really dated since college. I don't want to freak you out with my-"

"Emotions?" I smirked.

He laughed. "I did not want this to be a bad idea.." He exhaled, closing his eyes- wanting to relax. "We should get some sleep." I could sense from his tension that sleep wasn't going to come easy to him.

Which was good, because sleep was the last thing on my mind.

Itching over the bed, pulling the thin sheets along with me- in one motion- I lifted my leg over his body.

As gentle as possible I straddled him. Angelo opened his eyes into mine, and I leaned into him.

"I like your emotions- I do. They are raw and honest. I'm fond of way more about you than you think. You don't scare me, I no longer scare that easily. Powerful Bennett witch, remember?"

"I don't wish to forget." He mouthed, and I caressed his bare chest with my hands.

He was a mess. I could tell, yet it was more worrying about the past and future than it was to do with me and what we were doing. I see that in him now.

He's enjoying this and wonders if it'll last. I didn't want to think about that.

Nothing much more to say, I put my lips to his.

Warm, so loving. Like waves and water, this was a momentum caught up in a surface of loss and lust. I didn't want to fight, only thrush into it with so much undeniable passion.

Removing the sheet between us, Angelo, with one hand through my hair- took the lead with his smooth palms all over my body.

Little did he know, I was still on top and couldn't be more delighted.

I shoved him back against the bed. His shaft was hard again beneath me, and my moisture dripped onto him.

He groaned with a grin on his face. "I'll follow wherever you go, Miss Bennett." He flirted. "I never felt so trapped and not caring enough to break free."

Good. All seriousness needed to be gone. I kissed his lips sweetly. "Claustrophobically, I feel the same way."

His laughter as he pushed his pelvis up at the exact time I plumed down, astonishingly, had me seeing stars once more as the rhythm of us as one filled the entire dark.

With every gasp and moan as my body rose and fell onto his shaft, keeping eye contact only brought us closer and closer to the brink of pleasure until…

In an instant and without build, I cried out in rapture of climaxes before Angelo's entire body tensed then gave my hips a firm squeeze. Lifting me effortlessly above his body so he could explode.

Still the gentlemen.

Our entire world shuddered for a long moment, as euphoria coursed through him and I as we were once yet again, just held one another.

Few last trembles took me as he rolled us over, to place me under him to cuddle me close.

We both caught our breath and I listened to his heart pound.. Then slowly calm down.

Could this be something that I want? A guy with equally good intentions as me.

I don't want to be that person who constantly asks 'What is he truly searching for?' Since the moment he and I met I could see the flicker of the pain on the rise.

Trouble hides inside of him, and it's similar to what I have been as a teenager. Death and evil I really wish I did not witness.

I tried my best to keep an innocent part of me.

It was hard.

Now, broken and damaged because I always came out covered in dirt and debris. I see that in him.

All the love that I ever knew is dead and gone.

Looking at him now on the verge of sleep. He could be different.

I want to leave my past and worry in the wind. Could that be what Damon meant in my dream? For me to move on and be happy?

The thing is, I was happy in Egypt and Paris.

Most importantly, It was more than nice to have Angelo with me in Paris.

Angelo opened his eyes into mine, and smiled like he knew what I was thinking.

Meeting him helps me feel not so alone.

I literally hadn't realized it since the day I called Jamie from my favorite cafe in Paris. Before Angelo saved me on the street, before all of this happened.

Grabbing hold of my cheek, he kissed me so fervently.

His arms tightened around me, pulling me into his hard body.

I was his for now.

He deepened the kiss slowly drinking in my murmur moan, bending and lifting me up as he took a few steps to the sectional. I couldn't get enough of him.

"Bonnie?" He says, wondering if I am hoping for another round with him. It had to have been the fifth at this point.

The answer is, "Yes." I spoke.

To my surprise he was hard against me. We turned each other on just by our skin brushing.

He kissed me with finesse, patience and skill. I strained against his body and demanded more.

"Don't stop." I command.

He caressed my body in slow rhythmic fashion. Drinking in my sighs of pleasure as I writhed beneath him. "Don't be gentle." I egg on.

He leaned down and weighted my breast in his palms before leaning over and placing kisses on them.

This go round was in-different in all the right ways.

His teeth nibbling at both my nipples, caused them to harden and underneath, the ministrations of his tongue circling. I squirmed, moaning.

He smiled. "I love when you blush."

Us together like this, I more than like it as well. No one has ever taken me quite where he does. "Not as much as I love when you are here, in the moment with me." I confessed.

"It's inescapable," He says. "Everything about you is as good as it is impossible -Like listening to my favorite song on repeat on a bad day."

He began to thrust in and out of me, I let out a strangled gasp as he began.

I lifted my hips to him, taking in each thrust as he began to suck down on my neck.

He knew my body like it was his.

No pain, only pleasure, it'll only hurt when this never happens again.

There was only this indescribable pleasure of looking into his breathtakingly beautiful face, and watching his toned body as it moved above mine.

Wrapped my arms around his neck and brought his head down so our mouths and tongues could touch.

He hissed, "En moi tout ce feu se répète, en moi rien ne s'éteint ni ne s'oublie, mon amour se nourrit de ton amour, bien-aimé, Et tant que tu vivras, ce sera dans tes bras sans quitter le mien.."

In french I knew what he meant.. And It's a poem just south of France.

The flames from my vision make perfectly good sense to me now.

His explicit language wasn't at all an illusion. Here in front of me is what is feared most- something that I don't want to let go.

Fun or no fun, this is in fact different.

We came together, then calmly snuggled.

Blissfully, we did not want this moment to end.

...

*Few Hours Later*

I woke up with my head resting on his shoulder.

Hadn't realized I had fallen asleep. A Lot like how I've fallen for him. Not even realizing it.

In a trance some would say I pulled myself out of the rabbit hole back into semi-adulthood.

Common folk would call it something casual, but something tells me Angelo and I won't make this stand for only one night.

Though, I'm not like everyone else. No matter how many years ago by- being a sorcerer is embedded in my blood. I'm not destined for a grand long lasting relationship or happy-ever-afters. Every guy I have ever dated or fallen for has either died or moved on.

However, I do believe in five impossible things after any steamy night that was infused with desire and anticipation for someone with Angelo's aura and demeanor.

1. I feel the charged and rapturous around him.

2. I can't wait to wonder when the next time I'll see him — even when he's right beside me.

3. Everything feels exciting and new.

4. I can see myself making time for him when we part ways.

5. I should mind making work sacrifices just to visit him wherever.

Furthermore...

6. We had the most epic night of sexual healing.

7. Now I idealize him in telling me how he feels.

Yeah, it's completely impossible to want this to go any further. That's seven impossible things, not five.

"Bonnie?" Angelo gently rubbed the center of my back with his hand that was still wrapped around me.

"Can't sleep?"

"No, I mean… yeah.. I can. I was just… thinking…"

"Thinking?" He asks, while rubbing his squinting eyes at me.

Even in the dim gleam of morning sun through the now closed curtains, he was gorgeously attractive.

"Mmm., you look just like I want you too." I flirted.

He chuckled. "How's that?"

"Like a …shy kind of... slick, Parisian-boy-band-prince." I joked giving him a light kiss.

"Didn't take you for a boy band type." He retorted.

"Yeah… I haven't lost all of my senses clearly."

"Don't be mean." He grinned gently, putting his forehead to mine.

"Sorry. I - I didn't mean that. I just meant I'm usually have more standards- or maybe not." I laughed at myself. "What am I saying, I dated my best friend's brother! Well cousin for heavens sake, I guess there's no class in that."

"Ah huh." He sighed, tightening his grasp around me, putting his cheek to the top of my head.

"Either way, I would never think less of who you truly are, Bonnie. You are phenomenal in sight, nothing is taken away with any former- les amoureux."

I smiled. "Honsely, Angelo… I'm just not used to... this."

"I took notice last night."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

He laughed again. "I mean the whole.. 'I like you, but you're a shady guy and I'm afraid of having this deep-soul-searching-intimacy- that will distract me from my work." He says using my words against me and adding a few of his own.

Shrugged with a smile. "Yeah, that sounds… terribly like me. I confess I'm guarded from the lack of …amity and companionship. You seem to hit it right on the nail."

"Either way, I don't want to hold our night against you. The pillowtalk or.. Lack thereof, I can see how this..." He says running his fingers through my hair. "It can be overwhelming when you're supposed to focus on your humanitarian organization… and shelter activism obligations. It's a dream of yours. I see that."

I could go back to that life or I could stay here.

Either path would be different if chosen, because the Egypt path would mean no Angelo.

"Trust me, when Naysa kidnapped me, it's safe to say I cannot get back to that life until she's done with her mission." I noted.

"Of course." He nodded clearing his throat, and was no doubt thinking of ways to help Naysa on her mission.

"When I woke up an hour ago, I got to thinking, and ended up cooking us breakfast. It's on the table top and in the oven." He announced.

I hadn't noticed he even got up from the bed while I was sleeping.

"Why?"

"Why did I make breakfast?" He gave me a mocking- confused grin.

I laughed. "No, What were you thinking about? Ways to help Naysa find the last of the armory bunkers?"

"No. Actually I was thinking about us." He paused. "I am more than taken with you, Bonnie, and I want to keep you in my life. With you living in Egypt that could be complicated I know."

I sighed sitting up, tugging the sheets with me, leaning away from him.

"You don't know me well enough to want for me to be in your life." I blurted out.

"Ugh. Not this again." He shook his head.

"Angelo…" I looked him in his eyes. I will not be the cause of any else's death any longer in this lifetime.

"No. No. You don't get to do that. We take it slow or however you like, though I'm not taking anything back. No backsies or anything. Alright?"

I licked the bottom of my lip in a teasing smile. "No backsies? What are we seven?"

"No. Adults. We're a little more than friends. Who expresses feelings, amongst other things. Tell me what you're feeling."

I exhaled, turning my entire body to face him on the bed.

"Being around me isn't safe, Angelo. It never is. Anyone who I even remotely find interesting has either died or moved away. I cannot lose anyone else. That's why I'm alone. I'm a Bennett witch, we don't get to be happy when it comes to having connections that aren't work related. I'm cursed."

Grabbing hold of my hands, he caressed them firmly. "No, you're not Bonnie. You're afraid."

"Regardless how you put it, my past was traumatic and I am not repeating any of it. Ever."

"I see." He nodded, wanting to understand.

"Over the years I examine my mistakes, I learn from them, then I let it all go. It was never easy, but I'm learning to live with the truth." Climbing off the bed, I need to go eat something, to keep myself from talking about Enzo.

Angelo jumped up, pulling me to a halt. "Bonnie, if anyone knows how frightening the unknown is, it's me. You've been right all along about me searching for answers. I'm afraid too, though you're wrong about this. About us. You deserve happiness, Bonnie. Even if it's short lived. None of what happened in the past meant for you to be cursed for life. I don't believe that, and deep down I know you want it all. The dream career, the beautiful cozy home, and a partner to share it with. Now I may not be that guy, but damn if I'm not going to try to be."

I sighed.

"I can't make promises, Angelo."

"Then, please don't. Don't even think about tomorrow. Lets just plan for today, then when everything is in the clear and we're safe. We can talk about whatever feels right."

He words were comforting that I could argue any of it, even if I wanted to.

Fact was, if i woke up tomorrow morning to him gone- I would be sad. I do want to keep him in my life.

I nodded. "Okay."

"Honestly, Bonnie.. You being closed off to anything or anyone that makes you feel, I understand.. I'm understanding it to the point I want to prove you wrong about it."

"Okay…" I repeated.

"Okay?" He questioned.

"I let you prove whatever there is left to prove, though I'm already trusting in you. Okay?"

"Thank you."

I shrugged. "Maybe you're starting to grow on me."

He smiled red.

"Is that a blush on that cheek?" I put my palm to his face. "Cute."

"Cute? Not suspiciously adorable?" He kissed my wrist.

"I'm thinking…"

He laughed. "Don't think too hard, I would hate for the windows to burst."

"Ohh someone woke up on the comedic side today." I mocked giving him a little shove.

He laughed. "Even with my downhearted soul, you give my hope, and I'd rather not shield my emotions."

"Good. Hiding your emotions can be dangerous." I agreed.

"In this case I cannot help falling." He leaned in to give me a kiss on my cheek.

"So... What did you make us for breakfast?" I asked, suddenly starving.

"Toast, Veggie omelet, fresh fruit and blended pineapple juice."

"Pulling all the stops." I joked.

He laughed. "You haven't seen anything yet. Just wait until dinner time."

"Dinner? No lunch?"

"Well, it seems as though it's already two in the afternoon. Not a chance."

"What?" I asked, and he nodded to the clock on the nightstand.

It was in fact 2:22pm

"Oh crap. We slept that long?"

"Unless that clock is wrong… I believe we slept completely in. I literally woke up at 1:07pm."

"Wow. That's … bizarre."

"We did have a lot of wine and.. About four or so rounds of love making, last night."

"Double take. Five seems about right." I remember clearly.

Angelo smiled in response.

"Hmm. Drunk In Love on a new level huh?" I joked.

He laughed. "In love? With me? Already? Well you do move fast Bonnie Bennett."

I snorted, tossing a pillow at him.

"Come on, breakfast is surely cold. I thought about bringing it to you, romantically- though I think it's best not to stay in bed or we may never leave it."

I nodded, running my hands through my hair. "Smart thinking."

Putting on the clothes I wore the night before.

To my surprise, Angelo was still shirtless, and the back of his top right shoulder was written in what looked like hebrew.

"Hey, what does your tattoo say?" I lightly touched his skin as we started moving towards the hall.

"Five years in Egypt and you can't read it?" He grinned.

I rolled my eyes. "Hahaha. Let me get a closer look." I took hold of his shoulder.

There weren't any Hebrew letters at all. They were in french.

"Definitely not Hebrew.. "

"Nope. I got it when I went to Paris. It says 'Life is a flower of which love is the honey.' written by -"

"Victor Hugo." I cut him off. He paused and I lightly touched his tattoo.

'La vie est une fleur dont l'amour est le miel.' Suddenly, at the connection -water washed clean and flower pedals in a lake- wolf claws in dirt and a witch's herb bowl flashed in my sight. "Hey, Bonnie." Elena's voice is what I heard.

"Bonnie?" Angelo whispered close. His hands grasped mine firmly. I glared at him snapping out of the vision.

"Sorry, I-I just… What did you just say?" I asked.

"I said 'You know what Victor Hugo is saying?"

"Oh. Yeah. Yes, I do."

"Did you see something?" He asked curiously.

I cleared my throat. "Yeah- I saw- A wolf's claw and a witches brew I think. Like their home or something. Then I heard Elena's voice."

"When you touched my tattoo?" We got to the living room and it was all cleaned up, he must have cleaned when he made breakfast.

"Yeah, but before all I saw were flames and-" I cut off not wanting to get back into last night's sexual tension on the couch that led to five rounds of heavenly bliss. "Nevermind. Let's eat." I say before I have an urge to turn right back to get in the bed with him. "Thanks for cleaning up by-the-way. I could have helped you."

"I was more than capable, Miss Bennet." Angelo noted, quickly then pulled out a chair for me.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. Would you like more fruit on your plate?" He asked and the dish in front of me could fill me for hours.

"No, this is perfect. Thanks again."

He moved towards the stove to switch the oven on. "I'll just rewarm the omelette and toast. You were sleeping so peacefully, I didn't want to wake you."

Angelo sat across from me with a plate that sorta mirrored mine.

"I appreciate that." I smiled. A man that lets you sleep, is a great man indeed.

Jeez, I hope he doesn't snore. I definitely did not notice if so last night.

The knock on the door caused us both to stare at one another, then we jumped up, hoping it was Naysa with good news.

With feeling like the only two left on the planet, it was a shock to hear a noise that had not come from Angelo or I.

Peeking out the window, Angelo glanced at me, and I followed his glare.

A very familiar six foot, dark brown hair and dark brown eyes, I knew all too well, smiled at me.

Angelo took a step back just as I swung open the door, not sure if the image was real.

"Oh my- Jeremy?" I say fast and he laughed with a duffel bag slung over his shoulders.

He smiles. "Hi Bon..."