Koda’s P.O.V.
As Jules held the bag of frozen peas against my head, our bodies were just mere inches apart. Her arm was twisted upwards as if she was about to hold me close, and I could just lean in and kiss her, easy as that. It was as if the universe reveled in conspiring to bring us together time and time again, weaving threads of connection that were bound to bring us together as one true mates eventually, once the mate bond would be too strong for us to deny or fight anymore.
“So,” Jules asked me, after she cleared her throat, a teasing smile on her lips as she was probably trying her darn best to deny the pull between us once again by starting a conversation with me.
“Was this your first accident in your own restaurant?” She asked me as she kept holding the bag of peas pressed to
