*****************************************Willow***********************************
Could I tell him about my dream? I mean, I think it was a dream. I was asleep while it happened; what would he think? Would he guess im crazy? Would he believe me?
Looking over at him, I could feel him more now, not so much physically but emotionally. I need to tell him. She did say to trust my mate. Even though I was not good at trust, Lincoln has never given me a reason not to trust him. He has been super friendly and helpful, and omg he marked me, Im wearing his mark,
I could feel my face heat up at those thoughts,
"I have something I wanted to tell you, but um, I dont want you to think im crazy or something,"
Chuckling, he grabs my hand, lacing his finger with mine,
"Little one, nothing you cou
