I suppose that wasn’t a bad thing; I wasn’t sure I wanted him either. He wasn’t what I thought having a mate would be like.
I wanted a redo.
As time grew later, I realized I was right, Enzo wasn’t going to show up. I could feel Val’s pure disappointment as I started to pack up my things.
But then the art room door creaked open, and I got a familiar scent in my nose. Val perked up instantly, wagging her tail like she was a common dog. I could feel her excitement, which made me excited as well.
Enzo stood at the doorway, leaning against the frame, and pouring his dark gaze into mine. For a moment, I had forgotten how to breathe.
“I didn’t think you were going to come,” I said, swallowing the lump in my throat.
“I almost didn’t,” he said in return. “But then I thought about my mot
