“Ky-,” he started. But I cut him off before he could even finish saying my name.
“Don’t, Jonathon, just don’t,” I said fighting tears.
I had only been this mad at Jonathon once. And that was when he left me to lead Selena and I still wasn’t quite over that. I knew he was keeping something from me and it made me mad. Even more than that it hurt my feelings. We were soul mates weren’t we? I thought there were no secrets between soul mates. But apparently I was wrong.
He sighed.
“Kylie, please talk to me,” he begged.
“I am mad at you Jonathon!” I said, now getting on my feet, “You’re lying to me!” I accused pointing a finger at him like a mother scolding her child.
“There are just some things you’re better off not knowing,” He said, his voice soft. I laughed but it wasn’t in humor but in disgust.
“I’m your soul mate, Jonathon, or so I’ve been told. Maybe you’re lying about that too!” I said dreadfully.
His eyes narrowed.
“Oh Kylie, I live out my miserable immortal life preying on innocent girls for some quick action!” He yelled.
“You’re such a jerk! Why won’t you tell me what’s going on? Obviously it affects me or you wouldn’t be lying about it,” I cried in desperation. How could he protect me if I didn’t know what I was being protected from? I knew deep down that there was more to this than just Selena.
“I don’t see what I’m doing as lying, per say, but as protecting,” he said trying to get me to understand.
“Protecting? What in the hell would you have to lie about to protect me? You’re a freakin’ vampire!” I cried desperately. I wanted to stay mad at him. I didn’t want to believe him.
He stood now too and put his hands on my arms. His hands rubbed up and down my arms to comfort me. I cringed. Here I was, mad at him, and he was comforting me.
“Kylie, you have to understand that there are some things I am unsure about. Things that I haven’t even voiced to my family. I’m not lying to you just to lie, I’m lying to protect you, because if what I’m thinking is true then we are in trouble,” he said choking on emotion.
My anger over the lying immediately disappeared. But the anger over him leaving me still didn’t leave and I didn’t think it ever would.
“Trouble? What kind of trouble? We haven’t done anything,” I said staring into his silver gray eyes.
“Yet, principessa, yet,” he said, his voice shook like he was frightened.
I wrapped my arms around his rock hard, freezing, cold body.
“I’m sorry I got mad at you,” I whispered against his chest.
He pulled me closer and kissed the top of my head. “I’m sorry to have given you reason to be mad at me,” he said into my hair.
His lips brushed against my forehead, my cheek my chin, and then my lips. Like every time we kissed I felt as if I was being electrocuted but it was a good feeling. I pressed my lips tighter against his. He picked me up effortlessly and laid me down on the bed. He was on top of me but I didn’t feel any of his weight. His hands roamed over my body making me shiver, and not because he was cold. I put my hands on his chest. I could feel the shape of his muscles through the thin shirt. This was the first time things had gotten like this, like it might lead to something else besides kissing. My breath became more labored.
“Jonathon,” I breathed.
“Hmmm?” He sounded as he grazed his lips lightly against my neck.
“I’m not ready.”
“Ready for what?” he asked kissing my eyelids.
“This,” I said blood rushing to my cheeks. He wasn’t going to make me say it was he?
“Kissing?” he asked, raising up to look at me, a wrinkle in his brow from confusion.
“No, Jonathon. Sex,” I said blushing red down to my toes. Stupid vampire, making me say it out loud.
He rolled over onto his back next to me. He laughed silently and I smacked him in the shoulder which only hurt me and not him. He rolled back on his side and propped his head up with his hand.