His apology is understandable and scary at the same time.
We were intimate, and I trusted him completely. I felt ready to tell people he was my mate and prepared to have strained relationships with my family over him. I gave him all of me; he was my first in everything.
While I understand his reasoning, it also hurts that he didn’t think he could trust me enough to realize that I wasn’t going to reject him, that I was there for support.
I feel the bond moving through us as he speaks to me, explaining his actions. How was he was able to keep away from me for so long if this is how I feel right now?
I see his confused face as I rummage through my bag. I had already packed the little blue box and was going to give it back to him tonight either way. I didn’t want to hurt him, but I also
