SARGIS’S POV
I was smiling to myself like a damn fool.
The image of her, my Narine, with her cheeks puffed out like a squirrel as she devoured banana after banana kept replaying in my mind.
God, I was whipped.
Not even in the cute, casual kind of way either. I mean soul-bound, spine-melting, I’d burn the world down for you kind of whipped.
It’s absurd, really. How quickly I’ve fallen for a woman who barely looks me in the eye.
And yet here I was, grinning like an i***t because she ate fruit, completely disregarding the fact that she said she didn't want to be my mate.
Back in the early years of my search, I drank too much, though alcohol could never touch me the way I wanted it to, partied hard, and indulged in meaningless s*x as an outlet for my frustrations and disappointments.
