CHAPTER 8
"I got chills, they're multiplying," Pascal sang as he watered his plants.
Shit, he had chills alright. Every time Zen walked into a room, spoke a word, or just sat breathing next to him. Today was he and Zen's one-month anniversary. The only time they had been apart was when he and Zen were at work or when they had to sleep.
Pascal was more than ready to make their mating official. He hated being away from Zen even for a short time, but there wasn't much he could do about it. Zen still insisted they wait until they could both say they loved each other and Pascal was struggling with that. How do you know you love someone if you've never really been in love? Brotherly love didn't count and neither did friendly love. This was lifetime, soul deep, all encompassing love. How does
