“I love you” I tell him for the first time.
He stops. He looks like it’s taking him a lifetime to process the words that have just escaped my mouth, and he’s wondering if I really, actually said them.
“I love you, Jasmine.” He finally replies.
His eyes shift between glowing golden-orange and black, as if he can’t decide what emotion to feel.
I smile back at him, indicating to him that I meant what I said.
He swoops down and kisses me fervently. Never breaking it as he moves from his sitting position to laying down, expertly coming underneath the bedsheets with me.
It feels different with him now. I can tell that our connection is stronger, more intertwined. I swear I can feel— even understand— his own emotion.
“It's the bond, baby.” He says as he breaks our kissing match. “We’re mor
