Jordan woke me gently the next morning with kisses on my face and neck. When he got to my marking spot and licked it, I grabbed onto the blanket covering us.
“Jordan, my mom is home. You have to quit doing that. It’s going to start something we can’t finish.” He grumbled into my neck before pulling away.
“I want to mark you soon.” He whispered. I couldn’t help but smile at him.
As I was getting ready in my room, I called out to Jazmyne in my mind. “Hey Jaz?”
“Yes?” She asked suddenly.
“Are you going to be okay if we reject our fated mate to be with Jordan?”
There was silence, but I could feel her contemplating my question. “Yes. Jordan is who we are meant to be with. I can feel it.”
Her answer had such finality to it. It reassured me that we were going to be okay.
As we made
