The Mating Run by Leeka

Chapter 69

Zeke’s POV

In His Eyes: Warmth

Alina and I quietly move around the cramped cabin, feeling the tension in the air. We’re both dealing with the consequences of last night. Now, in the quiet moments that come after, we’re trying to figure out where our relationship is going.

I can sense Alina’s need for solitude, as if she longs for a moment of quiet to rediscover the pieces of her identity buried deep within the recesses of her mind. Her gaze, once a familiar map of emotions, now holds a hint of uncertainty, like someone cautiously exploring a puzzle they can’t solve. In response, I move cautiously, mindful of her need for space, a constant presence by her side, vigilant against the looming shadows that seek to consume her.

From a distance, I watch Alina as she gracefully arranges the few belongings scattered across the cabin, her movements flowing like a gentle dance. Each step she takes is deliberate, as if she’s tiptoeing through the uncharted territory of her own being, wary of the revelations that lie beneath the surface.

The tension is so thick you can cut it with a knife as we avoid talking about the elephant in the room – that mark on her neck, a symbol of a connection that goes beyond memory. I can’t help but stare at it, silently acknowledging how important it is. It’s a reminder that our bond is still there, even if she can’t remember it.

Those quiet moments when our eyes meet bring me solace. Alina’s search for herself makes her so vulnerable, and it really resonates with me. I really want to help her and make her feel better, but I know I need to be patient.

Time flies by, like leaves rustling gently. We’re always finding the perfect balance between being close and having some space. Alina, determined to make this place more than just a refuge, starts moving things around with intention, being careful and focused.

Nesting, they call it.

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I’m struggling with my own insecurities, worried that I might overshadow Alina’s journey of self–discovery. But, while I stay watchful from afar, I crave her

acknowledgement to confirm that our connection is still intact, even amidst fading memories. Does that make me a horrible person?

I don’t know. I don’t know if I want to know.

Night descends with a hushed intimacy, and I feel the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air. Alina senses me and looks at me with vulnerability, tearing my heart apart. Her eyes, like uncertain pools, reflect the flickering candle flame, casting soft shadows on her face.

I cautiously walk towards her, knowing how fragile everything is. When Alina looks at me, time stands still. I see a question in that look, asking for reassurance beyond words.

I reach out my hand, silently beckoning for a connection to bridge the distance

the between us. Alina, with a brief pause, gently laces her fingers with mine, warmth of her touch confirming the enduring bond that remains despite the fading of recollections. We’re just standing there, surrounded by the peaceful night, blending into a moment of vulnerability together.

That’s how a day normally goes for us. I don’t love it, but I don’t exactly hate it

either.

It was a seemingly ordinary morning, until everything suddenly changed

between us.

The clearing outside the cabin was bathed in a warm, golden glow from the morning sun, and the sound of the axe hitting wood reverberated through the air. With every swing of the axe and every log added to the pile, a sense of achievement welled up inside me. As I wipe the sweat off my forehead, preparing to swing the axe down once more, I suddenly hear Alina clearing her throat behind me.

I couldn’t help but notice

voice, soft and melodic, echoed through the quiet morning,

tatts Eyes Warmth

behind her ear, can’t help but notice how much longer

I

setting the axe aside. “What

noticed Alina’s eyes briefly flicker towards the woodpile, and then, with a discreet look in my direction, she

taken a bath today?”

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sweat clung to me after hours of chopping. With a self–conscious smile

was planning to,” As I admitted it, a blush of shyness tinged my cheeks with warmth. “Sorry, I must smell

stunned. She clears her throat a second time, and then turns her attention to me. When our eyes met, I saw uncertainty reflected in hers.

in her suggestion was so touching that it tugged at my heart, instantly evoking a surge of warmth within me. The air between us

“You mean… together?”

the exchange. Alina’s cheeks turned a slight shade of pink as she

that.

help but smile, a combination of amusement and affection bubbling up as I looked at the woman in front of me. “Yeah, I think that sounds nice.”

tranquil lake, Alina hesitated for a moment before finally shifting her attention back

a soft, delicate whisper, barely audible to anyone

heart pounding with a mix of

be right behind

to reflect on the delightful awkwardness that had transpired between us. In that moment, as she opened up and shared such an intimate space, it became clear how much trust was blossoming between us.

the lake, hoping for a pleasant bathing experience. Alina was already in the water, her back bare and turned towards me, her hair cascading over one shoulder. Neatly folded on

tensed up. Slowly and attentively, I approach her in the water, ensuring there is a sufficient gap

an unspoken confirmation that this

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

the soft ripples

how’s the water temperature?”

her arms crossed protectively,

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committed the texture of her skin and

smile tugging at the corners of my lips. “Thanks for

eyes reflecting a mixture of contentment and

is,

The scars of our individual journeys were momentarily

we were in the middle of our bath, Alina pulls out a sponge and

that sponge?” I inquired, my

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