Eva
Bluntly, I reply, "No, I figured it was just a coincidence, because it didn't happen all the time." Now part of me feels silly for not figuring out just how different I was, before now. It would have been nicer growing up, if I had known why I was a freak. I bet other kids could have sensed that I wasn't human. I start to comment on how anytime he and I are close something happens, but his laughter interrupts me. "What?" I ask.
"Eva, you're finishing my thoughts before I can speak them. I think I'm getting used to you."
I laugh, "Next, you'll say how I'm like a worn-in pair of sneakers."
He looks confused, "What? Why would you want to wear old shoes?"
I roll my eyes, "It's an expression. Ugh, just forget it. It's hard to explain." We talk as we walk back to the house. He thought I might catch a cold, so I told him that I'm rarely sick. He thinks that could be either a wolf or a vampiric trait. But what if I'm not part vampire or wolf? I know we assume what I could be, a mixture based on what my mates are, but what if we are wrong? We sprint the rest of the way back while holding hands. I think I'm growing on him.
He's still quite odd to me, but there is a charm to it. I do feel comfortable around him and safe. I can be myself. I haven't been able to be myself since Kevin. Vincent gives me a glimpse of what my life could've been like. He is also what my future holds. After tonight, I want to see what having a mate is like.
Vincent
I can feel her start to relax around me. I understand her trepidation to an extent. I think that if she had been raised around supernaturals, she would better understand both the significance and the intensity of the mate bond. I will be patient because I already love her even if she isn't ready to love me yet. I had read some of her articles, but after reading her poems, I am going to suggest she make a few books out of them. My mate has already touched my soul, but she can change the world.