~Miles~
I watch my mate put on his clothes, wishing I could have more time with him. I know it’s my fault that I don't have the time I want, but I can’t help that. Isis is my best friend, and I can’t leave her to deal with everything on her own. If I were to tell Isis about Charles, she would insist that I make it official and that she will be fine fending for herself. I remember the last time she said that; she ended up kidnapped. “If you stare at me any longer, you won’t be leaving that bed today.” I chuckle and stretch my arms above my head. I sit up, my back against the headboard, hating that a tent is growing at my waist.
“That’s a really tempting offer, but I can’t do that.” Charles sighs, and I can already feel where this is going. I don’t want another disagreement with him regar
