KAYA'S POV He stopped at that moment looking up at me, his fingers brushed my hair out of the way, his body a hairs breath away from mine, his eyes glazed over darkly, "you are, you're mine". I couldn't hold in the supposed breath that escaped as I looked down at him unable to believe all this. “Do you know what the word means Kaya?” he asked softly his eyes focused on me, "not mate. Estheraï, estheraï" he repeated, whispering it against my ear as he held me close to him. The word he always called me. It was beautiful the way it rolled off his tongue, I had always wondered what it had meant. He took my silence for a no, "it cannot be defined, and it’s a word whose meaning can only be spoken in phrases and not in one sentence.” He breathed as I turned to face him, our faces inches apart, as he moved closer with each phrase, “Another half, a whole world, the essence of my existence, beautifully bewitching. Mine," he pulled me in
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