FORSYTHIA’S POV
It was a night in November when I opened the bedroom door. Mak was standing by the window, looking outside. The moonlight made his silhouette look even more solid.
Mak’s back was very broad. It made his body larger than mine, and combined with his height and muscles, he always looked like a monster standing next to me. I liked that.
My arms wrapped around his waist, my face resting against his broad, warm back. Mak held my hands. The surrounding space fell into a comfortable silence.
“Asleep yet?” Mak asked.
I shook my head. “I like you.”
Mak’s heart beat faster beneath my palm. My voice was as soft as a breath. “I don't want you to suffer. I want to dissolve the oath, bond with you, and learn how to love you.”
Mak shifted his body. He pulled me around to his front s
