Derrick
Admitting to Alisa that I loved her took courage I thought I no longer possessed. It had been decades since I professed my love to anyone, and never this soon, but as I held her, feeling her skin against mine, the trust radiating from her being, I knew it was true.
I love her.
It wasn’t just the bond that compelled me to say the words. I felt it deep in my soul.
But she had doubts. She feels our connection. Intellectually, she knows we’re fated mates, but her heart hasn’t caught up with her head yet.
It doesn’t matter. She chose to love me. She chose it. She chose me. And that means so much more to me than she’ll ever know.
Most people choose not to love me.
I’m difficult to love.
And because she was brave. Because she trusted me with her heart, I let her touch me. She wi
