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It was a surreal sight, our tattoos seemingly communicating, telling a story older than time.
“How… How is this possible?” I stammered, my mind racing.
Taking my hands into his, Ashale looked deep into my eyes. “Nova,” he began, “our tattoos, our destinies are intertwined. We are fated mates, bound by the stars, destined to find one another.”
I blinked, struggling to process his words.
It felt like a fairy tale.
Fated mates?
It was a concept so romantic yet so foreign.
I tried to find words, my mind a whirlwind of emotions.
Joy, disbelief, confusion, and hope all battled within me.
“But… how?” My voice was barely audible.
Ashale’s face softened, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles on the back of my hands. “I don’t have all the answers, Nova. All I know is what I feel, what I’ve always felt, deep in my core. From the moment I saw your tattoos, something within me recognized them, recognized you.”
As he spoke, I recalled the myriad of feelings I had felt since I first encountered him.
The electric connection, the comfort, the inexplicable trust.
Could it be true?
Were we truly destined for each other?
Ashale seemed to sense my turmoil. “I know it’s a lot to take in,” he murmured, pulling me into a comforting embrace. “But, Nova, know this: whether or not fate has a hand in this, my feelings for you are real.”
I leaned into him, feeling the steady beat of his heart, the warmth of his embrace, and the undeniable connection between us.
Whether fated or not, at that moment, all that mattered was him and me.
Ashale’s eyes lingered on me, not with lust or possession but with genuine curiosity.
It felt as if he was trying to understand me, decipher me.
Not just the woman standing in front of him but the essence of who I was, how my heart beat, and what made my soul dance.
The atmosphere between us was thick with tension.
There was a quietness in his cell, interrupted only by our breathing.
The cool air tickled my skin, but it was his eyes, fixed intently on me, that sent shivers down my spine.
“Nova,” he whispered, his voice deep and resonant, making my name sound like a hymn.
Slowly, almost reverently, he inched closer.
The faint scent of his natural musk mixed with a hint of something sweet and earthy wafted to me, and my breath caught.
His proximity was intoxicating.
Every sense in my body seemed to awaken.
I could see the intricate patterns in his golden irises, feel the warmth emanating from his body, and taste the lingering sweetness of our earlier kiss.
