“He loves you,” Willow tells me as we sit at the tree,. I swing in my favorite wooden swing hanging from the old tree while she sits on the ground watching me.
“He said he’s falling in love,” I remind her, smiling at the memory.
She shakes her furry little head. “That’s what he said, but he loves you. He just wasn’t ready to say it.”
“I doubt it,” I tell her, feeling all the insecurities move back in again.
“He knows everything, and still, he hasn’t rejected you,” she tells me, walking up. “You’ve told him everything, EVERYTHING, and he hasn’t left. You just have to let him in, Celeste. He's our mate.”
I shake my head, looking down at my bare feet in the dirt. “I haven’t told him everything, though.”
“What’s left to tell him?”
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I wake next to my ma
