Of course, our evening ended on the sofa and in bed. Consoling, gentle s*x, just to show that we cared about each other. We didn't need more than that that night. As it was becoming customary, we showered together. Arvel looked like he really needed to get his past off his chest, and I was glad he trusted me. I would have a long road trying to help him, and now, sharing the same secrets, it was also my responsibility to prevent other people from finding out about him.
When Arvel lay down next to me and I felt his warmth, I realized that I could easily get used to this life. Always having someone waiting for you, being loved and loving too. I had no reason to reject that; after all, he was my Mate, but it wasn't as if destined mates were perfect loves. If everything was as romantic as they
