Willow
I reclined against the side of the tub with my eyes closed, allowing the fragrant aroma and comforting water to lull me into a state of bliss.
I allowed my mind to wander, thinking about how crazy it was that I had finally found my mate. My wolf rejoiced in my head. She wanted to run to his side; she did not understand why I hesitated. If I had found Jax two years ago, there was not a doubt in my mind that I would have run straight into his arms.
It was killing me to resist what I thought was called the mating heat. I was not quite sure, but either way, it boiled down to me wanting to throw myself in Jax’s arms constantly.
It had been so long ago since my mother had tried to talk to me about mating. I was not interested in listening then, so I had tuned most of it out. I wish
