Free Forever Yours (#4) by Deila Longford

me, I wore it all the
time. I used to sleep in it. It made me feel secure, and special. I can’t remember
seeing Dalton; I just have a vague image of him sitting on the swings with me.
But my first meeting with Dalton is documented. The sweater is in an old shoe
box under my bed. I put it there for safe keeping. I didn’t want anyone to touch
it, especially not Rachel. I don’t know what made me keep it all those years, but
there was something about the scent that spoke to me. Whenever I was scared or
sad, I would put on the sweater and climb into my bed. I would fall asleep and
have images of a beautiful man buzzing through my head. My eyes widen, the
beautiful man was Dalton.
    “I still have the sweater.” I say as I lock my eyes on his. He smiles at me, and he
runs his finger along my chin. His eyes are soft, and I feel bad that he had to
hide his feelings from me. He told me how much he loved me, and that he kept
me in the dark about how he truly felt, because he was scared of losing me. I
felt his love for me, and I also felt the way he was scared when he told me that
he was a vampire.
“Are you mad that I never told you about our first meeting, sooner?” I shake my
head at him. I could never be mad at him.
    “No, I’m glad that you waited to tell me. I thank you for opening up your mind
and letting me in. I love you so much, Dalton.” His eyes deepen and he pulls me
onto his chest. He grabs both sides of my face in his firm grasp, and he kisses
me. Our lips move like clockwork, and I melt into his kiss, over and over again.
He holds my lips onto his, and when he finally pulls away from me, I’m gasping
for air. I flop down onto the bed and Dalton stares at me. His eyes are a cool
shade of blue, sinful and lusting for me. His lips part and he whispers.
    “Are you ready for an eternity with me?” I lunge forward and I grab his face.
“I was born ready.”
    Dalton and I have decided to leave tonight, and I am little worried about saying
goodbye to my family. We are currently sitting in his car, the trunk is loaded
with his stuff and the engine is loudly roaring. The air outside is smoothly
warm, so Dalton has dropped the hood of his Porsche. I’m sitting nervously
playing with my hair, as we stare out at the large house. It never occurred to me
that Dalton would be sad about leaving. He is looking out at his house, with
passion in his eyes. He loves this house, and what’s inside of it. We told
Nicholas that we were leaving tonight, and he was surprisingly upset about it.
He seemed quiet and guarded, like he didn’t want us to go. He stood in the
doorway as Dalton packed his clothes into a suitcase. He didn’t say much, he
just watched as we walked straight out of the house. I know that he has done
some pretty awful things, but I can still see the good in him. He didn’t have to
turn me, but he did. He risked losing Dalton, so that he could give him his
dream, and I will always owe him for what he did. I meet Dalton’s stare and he
looks sad. Comfort him Rose.
“Are you okay?” I ask, as I caress his hand with my fingers. He looks at me and
he clears his throat.
     
“I’m gonna miss this place, you know?” I nod; I know exactly how he feels.
    “Yeah Portland has some pretty addicting qualities. You’re gonna miss
Nicholas too, aren’t you?” Dalton bites his lower lip, and he squeezes my hand.
His eyes fill with passion and his hands start to shake. I can feel his body,
pulsating and its sending shivers down my spine. This feels weird. I can feel
everything that he is feeling. I know that he is scared, worried and upset about
leaving. I can feel that he has strong feelings for his brother, and that he is going
to miss him like crazy. Why I am feeling this way? My mind tries to think of an
answer, and then it hits me. I can feel him, because I have his blood running
through me.
    “Despite everything he’s done, he’s still my brother.” My eyes fill with water,
and my attention turns to the