Tiffany
I blink, my heartbeat accelerating as I try to deal with the sudden shift in altitude. “It’s... It’s fine,” I manage to stammer out. He grins wider at my response, his hand warm against my back.
“I’ve never had a human girlfriend before,” he murmurs.
“I’m a witch,” I correct him. “And I’m not your girlfriend.”
He frowns. “But we are mates!”
“Yes, but I don’t know you yet.”
Frustration shows in his yellow eyes. “Why are mortals so complicated? I thought leaving dead animals outside your porch was enough to show my everlasting love.”
“No, that was sickening and please don’t ever do it again. It felt like I had a street cat crushing on me.”
“…wait, are you telling me humans don’t leave dead animals as gifts to each other?”
I don’t even bother to correct him about my species
