***Serena***
"Hey, hey, hey," James says soothingly, "who cares?"
I look at him in disbelief.
"What! Do you really feel that way?" I ask. He just smiles at me.
"Serena. I wanted you years ago. I wanted you last year in every computer science class. I wanted you every time I heard you sing on every run. I wanted you back on that walk in September...lord how much did I want you around that camp fire...and I will STILL want you eighty years from now. Our 'bond'...it has never mattered, not to me. But...I guess the question is...how much does it matter to you?" he asks me looking a little worried. I shake my head enthusiastically, feeling a little dizzy for it.
"No! No. I chose you before I knew you were my mate. It...it changes nothing," I assure him and he visibly relaxes, "which is why
