POV: SAINT
Yesterday was an emotional whirlwind for me. I went from bawling my eyes out after being rejected by my mate to being attacked by a strange woman, and then ending up at his place, wearing one of his shirts. I couldn't help but shiver as I inhaled the scent lingering on his shirt still draped over me. A giggle escaped my lips as I rolled onto my back, gazing up at the ceiling. I lay there, reflecting on the conversation we had in his study yesterday.
It was hard not to consider his perspective. Losing a mate leaves a deep impact on us, even long after they're gone. I think I understand his feelings better now, perhaps I can relate to his pain because my mother experienced the same loss? I really hope that our friendship can blossom into something more, maybe he just needs some
