JORDAN'S P.O.V
I slowly broke away from him, sniffing a little, my eyes darting across both of his. I gave a small sigh as he moved to wipe the tears away, his eyes holding mine.
"I didn't know my mate was such a cry baby," he said, laughing, his hand cupping my cheek.
I broke into a laugh, and a tear rolled down again. "I am sorry, I just..."
"I hate it when you cry," he said, wiping the tears away again.
"Is it hideous?" I asked, sniffing, my hands cupping both sides of his neck.
He nodded. "It is."
I broke into a laugh, then leaned to bury myself in his chest, my lips parted.
"Do you want to share my skin? I could get a knife."
"Stop making fun of me, Vincent. This is all your fault."
He snickered, his hands running over my back. "I love you."
I sighed into his chest. "Yo
