Chloe’s Point of View
I’m awake way before my alarm. My eyes are dry and burning from the tears that I let myself cry last night as soon as my bedroom door closed behind me.
The world outside is quiet, but my mind isn’t. It keeps replaying everything from last night. His touch, his kisses, the heat, the sparks… and then his voice, that word.
Mate.
My chest aches in a way that no physical pain ever could. Like a hollow space has opened inside me and nothing is enough to fill it. I roll onto my side and curl myself into a ball, wrapping my blanket tighter around my body as if that could keep the memories out. But it is no use.
I can still feel him. I can still hear the way his voice cracked when he pleaded with me. The way he looked at me, like I was slipping through his fingers and he
