Chrys
I couldn't stop thinking about Leif. Even his name sounded beautiful to me and it irritated the crap out of me. I tossed and turned, feeling sh*ttier by the minute. I was tired. I wanted to sleep.
But all I could think about was his eyes and his mouth and the lip ring that surrounded the corner of his bottom lip. I had thoughts that both turned my stomach and made my heart beat a million miles a minute. Those same thoughts made my body tingle in ways I had never experienced.
It wasn't just s****l either. A giant part of me felt comfortable with him around. I still thought that the whole fated mate thing was ludicrous. How could he know? Fated mates were frowned upon among the Fae. We weren't allowed to know how to find ours or anything.
We had to report if we felt like we did
