Dominic’s POV:
“Well, this is me,” Charlotte says, her voice coming out soft and unsure as she stops at the little, white gate of a stone cottage covered in green ivy. I look around at the small house, loving how Charlotte has creatively put together the most colorful and vibrant garden of roses. I smile and then look back at my mate, who is still holding a look of uncertainty.
“It is beautiful here, Charlotte,” I admit and she offers me a small smile and nods, before unlocking the small gate. After our conversation at the bonfire, she told me she would like to go home and I offered to walk her back. I am glad she agreed so that I could see the home she has found happiness in. I know I need to relearn my mate, as so much has happened in the past year.
“Well, goodnight then Dominic.”
