Ben
“Foxy.” I called her name softly; she lay languid and half comatose on the side. Her body almost boneless as she stared unseeing up at the ceiling. “Are you still with me?”
Slowly she blinked, her head turning towards me. Her face was flushed, her lips still half parted as she tried to catch her breath.
I had put that look on her face, I realised with a grin. Me. It caused pride to swell my chest. She had come here thinking I was boring strait-laced Ben, but I had shown her.
I knew what people thought of me. I was the boring one. The one who was yet to find his mate. I knew they thought I judged. When in truth it was others that judged me. And I was fine with that.
Or at least I had been until Foxy had presented herself as my mate. I didn’t want her to judge me on what sh
