MY FATED MATE WITH MY SOUL

The eyes is the window to the soul. I open my eyes if not my soul but someone else. As I grew older people found it stranger that looking into my eyes was like looking someone else eyes.
There was some things wrong with this but the question I want answer was whose soul was in my eyes?
I'm afraid to find out and find something was different about me.
But deep down inside of me a voice was calling to that person with a passion so strong it difficult to control. the problem was I haven't even met him.
Under all my fear was a growing lust and hunger that would me day consume me.
Still I met him on that day and everything was uncover and I knew that call was to my fated mate. Just looking into his eyes was enough have his half of his soul leave my body.
In a way that would be so pleasurable, hot and lustful that my body tremble a his presents. I was at his mercy and will make a woman out of me.
He was my childhood friend and was looking for something that was right there in front of me the whole time.