Derrick
The scent of s*x lingers in the air, thick and heady, wrapping around us like a second skin. Alisa lies on her side, following me with her eyes as I get up and pull on my underwear.
I squirm a little under her gaze. It’s as if she can read me. Understand me.
She must be awakening to my emotions – that is the consequence of marking a fated mate, and I don’t like it. I can barely stand being inside my own skin. She doesn’t need to become a part of my damage.
I don’t want her to experience the shame of it all. Especially after I reassured her that there’s no need for her to feel that way.
I leave her in the room, giving her a little space to breathe and process everything.
This night went sideways in a hurry. When I stepped into the bedroom with her, I did not expect it to end
