Twenty-one
Iris Miller
I couldn’t believe him. He had wanted me to do the fellowship, fine. The thing that I wasn’t fine with was that he expected me to sleep with him, in his room. I wasn’t going to have my own, private space. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” I had shouted at him when he told me. “Just because I’m your mate, I don’t get my own space?”
“Well, it’s not exactly like we have the room,” he told me.
“What were you planning on doing if we hadn’t kissed?” I said. “We’re you just planning on making me stay here even though I barely knew you?”
He scratched his head. “At that point, I was going to ask one of the witches to enchant a room for you. But you’ve c*m on my fingers, Iris. You’re crazy if you think that I’m going to let you have space now. No, I want you to be mine,
