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Out of every story he had heard about a thing called love, Bash didnât really think his story with Phoebe fell any category that didnât include a bad portrayal of his species in a love triangle with a vampire. It was strange, perhaps even selfish of him, to keep himself around Phoebe when they werenât even in the same species â- those same thoughts had drove him away once and he refused to let his mind keep him apart from the woman he loved. Love. Bash wasnât even sure he was capable of it â- my God, she didnât even know what he had done to his family, how much of a monster he was⌠That realisation stole the light from his bright, grey and blue eyes for a moment before he let the image in front of him fill him whole, yet again. She was a ray of sun and he got to call that piece of warmth his.Â
Bash loved the feeling of her lips on his. Every word that left her mouth was unpredictable and it was one of the things he loved about her; her randomness, how she seemed as in love with him as he was with her⌠â- it was a feeling he never thought heâd find, specially after the curse that he had been given to love with. But Phoebe saw something more in him, something other than the monster he was, and Bash was more than grateful for it. Letting out a small laugh, he shook his head slightly. âI wonât.â He had to laugh after what she did; if he didnât, then he was sure he didnât have a heart. âIf something happens to it, then we canât do this again. And we both know I need practice.â Bash teased, a hint of deviousness in his eyes as he put his arms around her and pulled her more to him, wanting no space between them. Kissing the top of her head, the werewolf then ran his hands through her hair, loving the feeling of it on the tips of his fingers. âI wonât leave.â His voice more serious now, almost a whisper.Â
It seemed fair that there was a slim part of her that still feared that he would leave. He had tried once and that was enough for her to worry that he wouldnât be there when she woke up every morning. Phoebe didnât want to experience that heartbreak ever again; she was sure it would be the end of her. His warmth, the splatter of grey in his green eyes and that stupid but absolutely wonderful smile of his. It had all nestled its way into her heart and there was nothing that could ever replace it. Sebastian was engraved in her bones and a part of her soul. She had never been hungry for love but now that she had gotten a small taste of it, she was ravenous. She was a kid on a playground with a toy that she refused to share with anyone and she would bite anyone who dared come close. Sebastian might be the werewolf, but Phoebe was the biter.Â
âI know,â she sighed for a dramatic effect, attempting to hide the grin tugging at the corner of her lips, âso much practice. Itâll be a tedious process but we have to do it. Over and over and over again.â With ease, she made herself comfortable against his body when he pulled her closer, pressing soft kisses to his collarbone. She relaxed further when he told her he wouldnât leave, unable to miss the seriousness in his tone and it made her feel secure. âI wonât leave either, mainly because this is my apartment and I canât but I wouldnât want to either, who else is supposed to keep my little toesies warm? Socks? Blankets?â She snorted as if she had offended herself at the absurdity that socks would keep her warm rather than the heat of his body. âYouâre much cheaper and hotter and your dick is excellent even if you need a bit of practice on how to use it.â









