"Excuse me? Are you serious?" The shout rings throughout the room and I see Alpha Drew snarl. Trent sighs and comes forward awkwardly. He rubs the back of his neck and I can almost imagine his green eyes.
"Nichole, there's only one true way to know, but when you have a mate, you think about them constantly. You can't get their face out of your mind. You're slowly being consumed by them." Trent kneels in front of me. "When you touch them, even if only slightly, you get this buzz, this spark. You don't want them to leave your life, and if they did you'd surely die." He pauses in his romantic little speech and I take in his words.
Think about them constantly?
My master.
Can't get their face out of your mind?
Eh, my master.
Slowly being consumed by them?
That was a big fat Amit!
