18
Faith
I’ve always wondered what it’d feel like to find your mate. Hearing stories about it is one thing, but experiencing it is another. I crave Tate’s touch like I can’t get enough of him. Even holding his hand as we walk down the beach feels fantastic. There’s a burning feeling inside my gut that aches for more. Last night, Tate did what he said and held me in his arms all night. It’s the best sleep I’ve had in a long time.
“Happy to help,” Tate says in my mind.
I smack his arm. “Nosy, much?”
“Hey, you’re the one thinking it.”
We can laugh and banter back and forth with each other, which I’ve always thought would be important when finding a mate. I look over at Tate and smile. I have to believe the goddess of the moon listened to my prayers. Maybe we do get the choice on who our
