Despite my doubt, I couldn't refuse him, after all, I also knew that he was my mate, and he wouldn't hurt me.
"Where will you take me? Why is it so far away?" I felt a bit confused.
"When we get there, you will understand. Come on, it's getting late, let's go" Zakhar exclaimed getting up and stretching his hand towards me.
His hands were big, with the veins running down his wrist. His white skin made his hands look even more beautiful and addictive.
For a second I imagined him with his hands on my skin caressing my body. At that, I quickly shook my head and came back to reality.
"What? Leaving right now?"
"Yes, it's a 5 hour drive?". When we get there it will be dinner time" he said.
5 hours? Why the hell did he want to have dinner 5 hours away? what was so special about this p
