Chapter 13 Thirteen

You want me and I know.

Of course he knows-we're mates. That is how mates are supposed to be. So if I'm aware of this, then why am I flustered? What is so shameful about desiring one's ideal match? Maybe it's just me. I know very well that my sober, defensive self would rather die than face this conversation.

"It's just how I feel," I say softly.

            
            

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