Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future

We spend all day in the cottage in the woods, mostly with no clothes on. While, yes, it intensifies our physical connection, our emotional connection is beyond anything either of us could have ever imagined. I can't even imagine how much more intense things will be when I am finally able to mark her.

It's Saturday evening and we are laying in bed with our bodies intertwined. I'm playing with a lock of her hair while she nuzzles my neck. “Kas, do you think things will change when you come home or will we still be this close? Because when you first came here and I had to go home alone, I felt like the world was going to end. Nothing made me happy. Saint wouldn't even talk to me.

“But last time when I went home, it was like I was completely energized and ready to get back to normal. I mean, I missed you like crazy, but I had hope in my heart. And now? I feel like I could go home and could take on the world. Once you're back, I'm going to be unstoppable," I explain as I continue to play with her hair, running my fingers through her scalp.

“It's just going to keep getting better, Sweetheart. Let's freshen up and get dressed. I'll make you dinner and explain the things I have been learning about," she assures me with a kiss on my marking spot, sending shivers down my spine.

"T don't understand why we have to wait to mark our mate. She clearly wants to mark us," Saint huffs.

"Saint, we told Lady Camille we will wait. Our word is our bond," I argue.

"Damn you and your morals," he snarls back before going to the back of my mind.

I let Kas get a shower first, then I take my turn. I'm certain if we get a shower together, dinner would never happen. When I get to the kitchen, she's almost done chopping vegetables.

“Hi Baby, what's for dinner? Can I help with anything?" I ask, looking over her shoulder. She may have grown two inches, but she still only comes up to the middle of my chest. I avoid the temptation of resting my chin on the top of her head but the thought of it makes me smile inside.

“Shepherd's pie. I don't need help but thank you. Just have a seat," she uses the knife to point at a stool by the counter. I pull the stool next to her and sit down making us about the same height. '

“Sounds delicious, Baby. So, spill. What have you been learning about?" I ask. I put my elbow on the counter and put my chin in my hand.

Kas tells me how the coven has leveraged her abilities and taught her how to use meditation and past life regression to help her get in touch with the significant experiences of her spirit's previous lives, good and bad. She's aware of the experiences but she doesn't have an emotional connection to them. She explains it like remembering scenes froma television show or movie.

be moving forward. It has made her realize that the years she suffered abuse in this life was such a tiny part of her

getting to know more about herself, but

I smile and rub her shoulders,

on me. What's wrong, Bronx?" she asks with a concerned look as

the things I know you've been through for

few months ago. So, like, I don't know. Do I even

feel a pang of sadness and guilt in my chest as I slump

Bronx," she comes to the stool and stands between my legs, wrapping her arms around my neck, "Why do you think Lady Camille has been having us spend time alone here in this

if she kept us apart," I put my hands on her tiny waist and shrug, suddenly feeling very unimportant. Not something I'm used to and call me selfish but I have to say, I don't like it. “Well, yeah, but it's deeper than that, Sweetheart. The

really out of my element in this conversation. I understand the physical connection but I get lost when Kas tries to explain the

I feel my brows knit as I speak. "Yes, our mate bond is part of that, but it is bigger and deeper than that. It has to

Patience is not my strong suit. She can see that it doesn't make sense to me. So she goes about it a different way. She grabs two onions, one white, one

up a white onion and hands it to

“Okay?”

individuals. Each layer is a part of our spirit, only one of those layers is

the rest of the

how you react to situations, your morals. Things

“Alright, keep going.”

don't have roots," This is the part of our lives that hasn't happened yet. The root

hands me a knife and tells me to start chopping the root side of my onion. I chop my onion while she chops hers. It doesn't take long for my eyes to start

she asks

do is manage to breathe in more

of my onion is not as strong. But