Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future

Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future by Neener Beener chapter 20

Kas’s POV

Bronx looks like a swamp monster as he walks towards me with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. I stand up when I see him, putting my hands over my mouth with a little gasp.

We make eye contact. With all the mud, I can’t read his expression, but I can feel his pain. Not physical pain, emotional pain.

“I need you, ” he growls as he walks past Milo and Lenora. He leans over, wraps his muddy arms around my waist, and picks me up. He doesn’t even break his stride. He just keeps walking. There’s a squishing sound where his skin contacts my clothes.

Welp, I guess this outfit is done for.

After listening to everything Milo and Lenora just told me, I had no idea what reaction to expect when Bronx got back, but it certainly wasn’t being thrown over the shoulder of a swamp monster.

“Uh, bye guys. Thanks for the talk,” I wave at Milo and Lenora. They wave back with confused looks on their faces.

“Want to tell me what’s going on, Bronx? ” I ask as he climbs the stairs.

He just grunts as he carries me, wrapping his arms around my legs in a tight bear hug up the stairs to the fifth floor. Instead of going to my suite, he opens the door to his apartment and kicks it closed behind him. He carries me all the way to his bedroom and sits me on the edge of the bed. Instead of sitting up and looking at me, he lays his muddy head next to my hip, his heavy, muddy chest is in my lap, and his arms still tightly around my waist.

I smooth his muddy hair as he silently holds on to me as if his life is depending on it. I can feel his emotions, he feels tormented.

Maybe his life does depend on it? I feel helpless seeing him like this.

talk to me. Please. Whatever it is, I’ll listen,

unexpected thing happens next, silent sobs

He’s crying? Now

whole chest heaves as he whimpers and tries to catch his breath. We sit like

he won’t look at me. He lifts his face to the ceiling, stopping me from seeing his tears but it’s my turn to wipe tears away. Well, tears and mud, but you get the idea. I press on his chin gently, pushing his face down so he is looking at me

him with no eyepatch. At first glance, it was a bit jarring to see a long vertical scar where an eye should be. The thought of his scar is fleeting as

I use a gentle tone as I caress his cheek, “Please don’t hide

shit onto you, Kas. You’ve been through enough. This is my burden and mine alone. I just -I don’t know what to do with it. The biggest threat I’ve ever sworn to protect my pack from is witchcraft. After what I went through

safe.”

to do what’s best for you but I also need to do what’s best for the pack, and right now

of

and takes a deep shaky breath. I let him stay like

to lighten the mood. I ‘m also trying to stall until I figure out how I should reply to what he

do I smell like to you?” The sounds of crying fading

” I giggle. He laughs a

again so I can look him in the eye, ” Bronx, next time, just talk to me. Especially if you or Saint are mad. I ‘m your mate. I’m not

team. I’m here to support you in all things and if I’m going to be Luna someday, it’s also my responsibility to keep the pack safe. We can talk through these sorts of things if you just speak to me instead of walking away. Besides, I would never want you to make a decision that would be

you away or make you think you did something wrong, ” he looks me

healing to do, but I ‘m working on it. Who knows, maybe I’ll never

straight in the eye as I slowly pull him toward me until our lips touch. Lex is going bonkers in my mind as I pepper his lips with little kisses, each kiss a little longer than the last. I finally

passionate. He adjusts his arms so my entire body was pressed closer to him. I feel him growing harder against my butt. I’m sure he can smell my arousal as he presses his tongue against my lips and I allow him in. We’re both