R A V E N N A
It's been two days since Zane kissed me. Kiss. Could I call it that? When his lips had just barely brushed mine, but it ignited a spark, and a feeling in my stomach that was new.
It was different from anything I've ever felt before. It was a spark, the tingling that was left on my lips.
I kept trying to convince myself that it was just the medication, or maybe it was the fact that it's been so long since I've kissed someone.
There's no way that a simple, barely-there kiss could feel like that.
Right?
But, then again, this was my mate. And, if there was anything I've learned in my life, it was the fact that fated mates can have a stronger connection.
A connection that is deeper and more profound.
It can't be helped.
"You know, it's not a sin to admit that you enjoyed
