When they touch me (Shelagh Milano) novel Chapter 9

Artemisia

I can’t remember a moment in my life when I felt more uncomfortable.

Well, except for that rejection part.

Forget that. But it is flipping awkward.

As I climb the stairs to my room with my new companion, he takes his time to look at everything. And even if his stoic face keeps frowning annoyed, I can still get that he is genuinely interested in how his mate is living.

Stupid Mate bond.

“This is my room,” I say, feeling a bit nervous as I open the door to my bedroom for him to enter.

Choosing not to close it all the way, I get his disappointment washing over me. And not only because he glares at me.

“I just don’t want my parents to worry. Don’t look at me like that.”

He scoffs, turning around my room nonchalantly.

I start to pack my most essential things while he looks around, examining my decoration and my framed pictures.

“Will someone come and take the rest for me, if I just pack the essentials now?”

He grunts, not tearing away his gaze from a picture of me and my brother at his mating ceremony. “Yeah. I will send a few warriors over as soon as your things are packed.”

This is my chance!

“Maybe I could stay the night and pack everything. This way, you or your warriors could come to pick me and my things up in one go.”

He looks at me over his shoulder annoyed as he simply states, “No!”

Groaning, I walk into my walk-in closet to gather my last belongings that I plan to take with me. He leans against the door frame and crosses his arms. “You really don’t want to leave this place, do you?”

“Wow, what a smart man you are!” I say mockingly while rummaging through my drawers.

“Is it because of your dream guy?”

“Dream guy? What dream guy?”

I look up at him befuddled, and he shrugs at me. “Don’t know. You tell me.”

I groan, getting up and bumping into him to get him out of his way. He lifts his hands and turns out of the way as if I had any impact on him, while I’m pretty sure that if he wanted to, I would have catapulted back into the wall of my closet.

Bonus point for the gentleman.

“You are such an idiot. How would you feel if you had to leave your home in about 5 minutes, just because some caveman wants you to take you to his cave?"

He chuckles and stands behind me, watching me pack. “It’s been more than 5 minutes, princess. Because you keep wasting my time.”

Again, with this attitude with the pet name.

I’m just about to turn around to stand my ground as he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me to his toned frame. A gasp falls off my lips involuntarily as he presses his lips to my neck, igniting sparks.