He pulled the curtains first, dropping the room into soft dimness. Then he carried me straight to the bed, but this time, he didn’t just tuck me in. He climbed in with me, pulling the covers up over us with me still plastered to his bare chest.
He stroked my hair softly, every touch meant to calm. The tears finally slowed as I listened to his heartbeat, the constant rumble in his chest melting me like butter.
“What happened back there?” he finally asked, still stroking.
Embarrassment crept up my neck in a hot flush.
“I had a long-term boyfriend back in Texas.”
He stiffened under me. “Someone you left behind?”
“Not quite.” I swallowed hard, not really wanting to share this story, but… I’d just blubbered all over the man the second we found out we were fated mates. If I didn’t want him
