Thirty-seven
Iris Miller
I thought maybe I would feel different. I mean, wasn't s*x when you “became a woman" or whatever? But I still felt completely out of sorts. I had, ever since I had met Malaki. I knew that I wanted to be with him. And I was constantly thinking about him. The only change that I had noticed though was the tattoo on my wrist. I had no idea how it had gotten there, but it must have been enchanted sometime when Malaki was inside of me.
We didn't go to class after the mating. I was too tired, and too comfortable using Malaki's chest as a pillow. We stayed in bed talking, and I kept on tracing the mate tattoo. Malaki's name was forever branded on me. I should have been annoyed by that. But there was something comforting about it, actually. If people saw my wrist, the
