Ariana's POV
I rotated myself turning around and facing him.
He looked tired, with black circles under his eyes. His hair was messy and his skin was a little pale.
My fingers traced the lines of his jaw.
I knew my heat was over, but even so, the desire to be with my mate was still very strong. I knew my rejections is not going to hold. I didn't use my real name and he didn't accept it. I think deep down I didn't mean it, but anger was clouding my judgment,
I leaned in, hesitating and holding my breath.
I placed my lips on his, pecking them softly.
The moment I backed away, his eyes flew open.
I could feel my eyes widening in surprise, and shock, and the blood rushing in my cheeks, as his grip tightened on my waist.
"D-Derek I-I..." I was lost in words.
"You?" He asked, amused
