Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future

Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future by Neener Beener chapter 32

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.

“I 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 pervious 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 from a television show or movie.

her life, the more connected she will become to the memories and they will become important to her. She may even remember it in her next lifetime. She has learned so much about her past, that it’s helping shape who she wants to be moving forward. It has made her

am glad she is getting to know more about herself, but I ‘m not sure where that

smile and rub her shoulders, but she

me. What’s wrong, Bronx?” she asks with a concerned look as

don’t want to sound insecure or anything, ” I confide, “but if the things I know you’ve been through for years and years is an insignificant part of your life, I mean,

pang of sadness and guilt in my chest as I

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

cottage?“

would be detrimental to both of us if she kept us apart, ” I put my hands on her tiny waist and shrug, suddenly

I’m used to and call me selfish but I have to say, I don’t like

deeper than that, Sweetheart. The more we’re together, the stronger our connection is. Not just by having sex, but anytime we experience a significant emotional

out of my element in this conversation. I understand the physical connection but I get lost

mean by our connection? Our mate

than that. It has to do with our

trying not to get frustrated but I can’t help it. 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

a white onion and hands it to me, ”

“Okay?“

the onion represents everything about each of us as individuals. Each layer is a part of our spirit, only one of those layers is our

the rest of the

behaviors, how you react to situations,

“Alright, keep going.“

She holds up the halves

This is the part of our lives that hasn’t happened yet. The root side is all your experiences. What happens at the root, effects

I chop my onion while she chops

she asks with a

all I do is manage to

not as strong. But watch what happens when