Leslie
Night came quickly and soon it was time for my date night with my men. Ever since we found out we were mates, we hadn't gone on any date.
The day we planned to go on a date was the day I told Gracious about my relationship with them, in the end we didn't go out as planned. Well, we did have fun on the bed so technically it was a date.
I looked up sideways where the giant wall clock hung high, a little past seven.
I was the one that begged for the time to be fixed at seven, yet I was the one that wasn't finished yet.
I let my hair fall loose around my shoulders, my hand trembled slightly as I applied a not so bright red lipstick on my lips.
I hated make-up, when my parents were alive, they always mocked me that my bland face and chapped lips would make my mate reject me.
‘Well
