Sexting With A Vampire
Chapter 61

Stella

I have this odd sense of being inside a dream when I open my eyes. It becomes more apparent when I find myself floating.

I'm this ghostly being, and I'm observing another me makeout with Raphael on a couch.

A scene from the past?

I tilt my head.

"Aren't you tired of me already?" Raphael smirks. "I've marked you, made love to you, and you're still in the mood."

The other Stella is in his lap, legs tucked on either side of his legs, so she is face-to-face with the handsome alpha. They breathe into each other's faces, and the room smells like s*x.

"I'm always in the mood," she drags her hand over Raphael's muscular chest and bites her lower lip. "But I also realize you have somewhere you need to be right now..."

"Yes, I promised to take Leonora out for dinner."

The other Stella grimaces. "She is in love with you."

"I know."

"You have to tell her about us."

"She knows."

"Does she, though?" The other Stella asks. "Leonora might know that we are mates, but... I still think she needs to hear it from you..."

"Hear what?"

"That you're taking me as your luna."

Raphael sighs. "I'm not sure if telling Leonora all the details is necessary right now. Arachne will attack us four days from now, and we might die again. Then what is the point? Leonora should be happy during her last days." The other Stella groans. "Fine..."

Hmm.

So this must be... Could it be the timeline before I lost the memories of being able to time-travel?

I'm not sure.

Raphael leaves the mansion, and I float around while witnessing the other me clean the house.

The other Stella looks stressed and annoyed. Her behavior makes sense, though. I cleaned Ashley's house for fun when I was frustrated. It helped me calm down. I call it Cinderella syndrome.

"So much junk..."

I watch the other me wipe off some sweat from her slick forehead as she takes out the trash. My ghostly body allows me to follow her outside.

She walks through the garden. Throws away the trash and heads for the door before a low whistle makes her freeze.

I blink in surprise and look up at the roof. The sound came from there, and I gasp upon seeing Evan dangling his feet. Handsome as the devil, and wearing a smirk. He is hot.

"Did Raphael leave you alone again to see his second girlfriend?"

"Shut up, vampire."

Evan laughs. "Make me."

Uhhh...

What?

I'm so confused about what is happening here.

Do my past self and Evan usually meet each other like this?

"What do you want, Evan?" The other me snaps.

"Wow, you're so feisty today..." Evan leans his cheek against his palm and gives the other me a fake pout.

There is a sigh. "I don't have time for you."

"That's too bad," Evan disappears into the shadows and reappears to block the other Stella's path. He grins when she gasps. "Because I would like to speak with you."

"Is that so? You know... I never understood your reason for showing up at Raphael's mansion at this moment."

Evan narrows his eyes. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me, Evan. I'm tired. In every timeline, you try to kill me, fail, and then you come here to threaten me. But guess what? I don't give a f**k about your reasons. You will die in four days; if you want to kill me right here, go ahead. We can start over again... I'm in a pissy mood anyway."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

The other me laughs. "It doesn't matter. The point is that I don't care if this conversation isn't supposed to happen because I'm dying to find out why you hate me so much."

Evan steps closer. "Hate you? You think that is what this is?"

The other Stella isn't backing away. She proudly lifts her chin to face the taller vampire. "What else would it be?"

I hold my breath when Evan steps closer, forcing the other Stella to lift her chin higher by placing his finger underneath it.

His eyes are intense.

Red and glowing.

Intimidating and filled with anger.

"If I wanted you dead, little wolf, you would be dead already."

The other Stella glares up at him. "You've killed me in a few of the timelines already-I wouldn't be surprised if you do it again."

"I really don't understand what you mean."

"And I don't understand what you want."

They both glare at each other before Evan moves in for the kill. His lips move over hers, parting so their tongues can tentatively touch.

What. The. Actual. f**k.

Watching the scene makes my heart pound. I'm spellbound and feel the kiss like I'm the one experiencing it.

Evan cradles the other Stella's jaw, and his tongue tastes like forbidden love, and right there and then, the other me realizes she has never been kissed like that by Raphael. So possessively. So completely.

Whatever she had been doing before, she couldn't call it real kissing anymore, not after having Evan.

He is teaching her how to kiss again, which frightens her.

Her thoughts enter my brain: Holy s**t! I'm making out with Evan. What the hell is happening, and why do I enjoy it?! The kiss should feel strange and utterly foreign. I'm mated. My brain should be screaming abort, abort, but instead, l**t is rolling through my veins! What is the matter with me?!

The other Stella breaks from Evan's lips. Her eyes are blown wide, filled with horror, as she pulls back a few inches.

Wobbling legs.

Hands pressed to her chest.

Trembling lips.

"But that's impossible..." The other me tilts her head to stare at Evan with a paling face. "You're not... You're not my mate and..."

When she doesn't finish the sentence, Evan does it for her.

"And yet there is chemistry between us."

The other Stella freezes while Evan wickedly smiles at her. He takes a step closer, and she looks ready to run.

I recognize the look on her face, the sweat, and the confusion, for I feel what she feels-a fire igniting in my chest.

There is no denying the heat in my bones and the lust and passion setting my heart aflame.

This was the start of our story, the moment our souls decided to intertwine. Werewolf and vampire. Light and darkness. Here none of us cared, and love was born.

It was forbidden.

It was wicked.

And it wasn't the moon goddess's decision.

It was ours.

My heart throbs as I watch my past self stare at Evan. She stands deathly still before Evan grips her and rushes her to the house wall. His lips claim hers, and... She gives in.

The other me is marked by Raphael, mated to him, yet she is allowing Evan to rip off her clothes.

I realize this is probably what made my memories disappear from the timelines.

I cheated on Raphael in the past.

It must have severed our bond.

I gasp in shock. "The other me was such a slut! How could she do that to Raphael?!"

I stare at the other me, blinking when the scene disappears, and I wake up to the sound of birdsong. Evan's letter is still clutched in my hand, and the rose rests over the bedsheets.

My eyes are glued to it, and an unsettling feeling in my heart is only growing stronger.

If I had stood before Evan again... I probably would have made the same choice to let him take me.

I'm a terrible person.