"Ayla, I'm so sorry... I would have come home when you turned sixteen..." He stopped and raised his brow. He stepped forward, flaring his nostrils.
"Don't... Don't come close." I shivered.
He held his hands up and shook his head. "Can you smell me?" He questioned.
I inhaled deeply and all I could smell was his body wash, nothing was enticing about him at all. I shook my head and glanced at the floor. He strode towards me and I let him.2
"Can I try something?" He whispered.
I took a deep breath and nodded. I looked up at him, hurt and guilt were swirling in his eyes. He held up his hand in front of him, I lifted my hand shakily. I halted in front of his hand, I was nervous. I didn't want to feel the sparks and tingles that come with touching your mate.
He pressed his hand against mine
