Dawson
I lay in bed on top of my blankets, stripped down to my boxer briefs, hands folded under my head, and stared at the ceiling, contemplating my sorry life. Perhaps I had done something truly terrible at some point and this was my retribution. No…I rebuked the thought as soon as it came. Gaia wasn’t some kind of punishment. She was perfection. She was everything. But she was also nothing like what I imagined my mate would be.
What were you expecting? I thought to myself bitterly. Well trained fighter, nurturing leader, docile and obedient and sweet?
Ha. I definitely wasn’t describing Gaia. Actually, if I thought about it, I was describing my mother. The only reference I had to go on. But Gaia was nothing like my mother. And actually, I was g
