1.“Come over here and make me.” For the pairing that you feel needs a little attention! :)
1. Come over here and make me. This drabble is kind of a spoiler as to who the spouse will be for the gen 4 heir for the Van Winkle legacy.
Kimberly watched the pouring rain pelt the window as she gazed outside. The rain was a perfect reflection of her turbulent feelings. She had spent months waiting for Malachi to come home. Now that he was here she didn’t feel the way she thought she would. Alanon just confirmed what they all feared his condition was irreversible. She’d be an old woman in her thirties by the time he grew up again.
Sighing she traced raid drops down the window. Her feelings went much deeper than that. Somewhere along the way she had fallen out of love with him. She hadn’t realized until she saw him again. Tall, long dark hair hanging over his handsome face hiding the scar, the pained look in his eyes as he walked up to the house along side her Dad.
Turning at the unexpected noise at her bedroom door she looked up surprised to see him standing there. Clearing his throat Everett shoved his hands inside his pockets, eyes downcast as he asked “may I come in?”
Nodding she waved him inside. Silently she watched him lean against the far wall unsure what she should do or say she turned her attention to her window. “Looks like the rain is finally stopping,” she mumbled to herself.
Grunting Everett kicked the carpet with his toes gathering his thoughts. His eyes watched her every move. When he spoke his voice came out in a low croak “it’s no use. I can’t keep pretending.”
“Pretending?” she asked taking a hesitant step towards him. Heart beating loud she wondered if he could hear it where he stood. He half turned towards the door as if he meant to flee. Kimberly took another step forward “don’t go” she cried fearing that once he left she’d never see him again. With regret she watched as he turned to leave reaching for the door handle, “close the door,” she demanded .
Glancing at his hand and the half open door he muttered “why don’t you come over here and make me?”
As if her feet moved of their own volition she was by his side pressing against the door. “I want you to stay” she told him. Shocked his hand slipped from the door handle as he stared at the girl that had wormed her way into his heart.Without thinking, without question he pulled her tight as if he wasn’t ever going to let her go.