Lenard the mosquito aside, Hazel gave me the key to winning her over without even seeming to realize it.
She wanted to be the most important thing in someone’s world. The most important thing in my world.
And I wasn’t insane enough to think that the mating call or pheromones were enough to make her into the most important thing in my world. But I did know that we could get there—and it wouldn’t take long.
I was a simple guy. I liked things that made sense, and what Hazel wanted… it made sense. A lot of sense. When it came down to it, that was exactly what I wanted too. And I was pretty sure that was why I’d gotten as far with her as I had.
“Why do people keep mentioning rejection? Is rejecting your True Mate a thing?” She asked, the moment the door was shut on Lenard the f*****g mosqui
