Grayson drops one of his hands from my waist to cup it around my cheek. When he looks me in the eyes, he is so close to me that I can see the blue-gray color swirling, almost like it's alive. "It's the mate bond. We're connected and our souls know it. We will forever be drawn to each other. Not like I have a problem with that," Grayson grins.
I bite my lip and look up at him with wide-eyes. "So, since we're soulmates, does that mean that we... that we- um... are you-" I stumble through my words for a few more seconds, all the while Grayson is giving me that stupid grin where I know he's amused by my shyness.
"Just say what you're thinking," he smiles reassuringly, but I still don't know if I should ask my question. After all that I've learned about soulmates, werewolves, vampires a
