Chapter 37
Better Place
"How are you?" My mate asks me with a worried voice upon seeing my state. Of course, he would be worried. I look like a sack of potato that has been thrown anywhere for a million times. I give him a smile, letting him know that I'll be fine, but being my stubborn mate, he just glares at me, crossing his arms across his chest, waiting for me to answer. "Perry." His tone changes, becoming deep and dark, indicating that he's very serious.
I look like a kid that is being punished by his parents because he did something wrong. I whimper, looking away. I just missed him so goddamn much that it physically hurt – hurts – me. I wrap my arms around him, burying my face in the crook of his neck as I inhale his intoxicating and addicting scent. "I just can't... I just missed
