Jenna
“Though I understood why you said and did what you did, you hurt me badly, Luther. I’m not talking about when you had me locked in a prison cell, chained in silver and tortured,”
This time, Luther lowers his head in shame.
I can’t stop myself from cupping his cheek. The stubble on his jaw tickles my fingertips; it’s coarse yet soft to touch. I’ve never been so bold, but he is my mate, and touching him shouldn’t be something to fear.
“Luther, I’m not trying to hurt you. I’m just trying to explain how I feel. I wanted to reject you because I thought it would be easier for both of us if I did what you so obviously wouldn’t.”
“I’m so sorry, Jenna,”
I can hear the sincerity in Luther’s words, and it makes my heart sore with love. I bite my lower lip to hide the smile trying to escap
