~ LARK ~
Lark woke up alone. For a moment she just lay there, adrift in the huge bed, staring at the empty pillow next to her and wondering if she’d ever roll over in the morning to find his face. And if she did, what that would feel like. Would he roll towards her and take her in his arms? Would he stare at the ceiling? Get on his phone?
They were little things she’d always wondered about what it was like to have a mate.
To have a mate she slept with, Lark corrected herself.
John-Paul was already her mate. Even he’d acknowledged that. He just hadn’t been willing to complete the bond.
Yet.
Lark bit her lip. How would she meet this day? The urge was there to pull the quilt over her head and ignore the embarrassing, confusing emotions and tense silences. But that meant giving up on h
