~CELINE~
My eyes lingered on Ragnar's face as he stood in the doorway, his words echoing in my mind.
On my terms, he'd said.
Such a simple phrase, yet it carried weight I couldn't quite process. Choice was something that had been stripped from me so thoroughly that the concept felt foreign now.
Was I truly that broken that I couldn't fathom even the simplest of actions and phrases…most especially when they sound this genuine.
When they're honest.
When I know he means every word.
"I..." The words caught in my throat. What could I say? Thank you for not forcing yourself on me? For doing the bare minimum of decent behavior? And yet, in our world, as a wolf, it was in fact unusual. Mates were expected to consummate their bond immediately. The restraint he showed wasn't common.
Eve
