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God...soul mates. The mere thought makes Landon's stomach churn. The fact that previous love could be gone in a SECOND if you met your soul mate? Fucking stupid. The fact that genetics and a simple mark on your skin could change the tide of your entire life? Bullshit.
His whole life he had been bitter and resentful of soul mates. He couldn't stand to look at his own soul mark. No matter how much he tried he couldn't wash it off or scrub it clean. A dirty, marring symbol that matched him with...You.
But he was so glad you came back. So fucking glad. He had been...hollow without you. When you left for those torturously long years, he felt adrift. Aimless.
God. You were so fucking cute, restocking those shelves. Doing your job like the good little wage slave you were. You were always so good at staying in your place and doing what you were told that it pissed him off. Always the goody two-shoes kissing professors asses, always being too sweet to fight back. Oh, he used to press you so hard, wait to see you snap.
But now every time he looks at you he gets stupid fucking butterflies and a world of guilt. It was a curse, being your soul mate.
He stands up, walking past you. He needs to distract himself - now. He knocks the mop over on 'accident', watching the bucket go with it, spewing greywater all over the tile floor. "Woops," He smirks down at you, "Better get the wet floor signs. Hope you don't slip and fall, ya fuckin' clutz."
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