Twenty-seven
Zaccheus stood on the podium expressionlessly, waiting for his mate to greet him with her warmth. His mind drifted back to the previous night.
He knew his mate was hiding something big from him when he told her he was a virgin. Even though her eyes twinkled with mischief, there was still some sadness and guilt in them, making him restless.
He didn't care whether she was a virgin. All that he wanted was to have her acceptance.
Screw virginity.
He crept inside her room the last night, watching the rise and fall of her chest as her hair covered her face with drool trailing off to her ear. He chuckled lightly, slightly touching her face to remove her hair when she mumbled out his name.
"Mate is amazing," Ryl whispered with adoration, imprinting the image of her face to his m
