Bethany POV
I was sitting on the front porch with my fated mate, after he attacked my brother James. I was not happy about the way he acted, but I was trying to control my anger, and give him a chance to show that he wasn't just an asshole.
After he released a sigh of frustration, he warily stated, "Look, we got off on the wrong foot. I don't want you to think I am just a jerk. I will prove to you that I can be a good mate."
"We shall see," was all I said in response.
He reached over and laid his hand over mine, and instantly the sparks started tickling my skin. It was a strange feeling, but nice at the same time. I glanced down, and noticed how his hand was just the right size, to perfectly cover my hand.
After a few seconds, I directed my gaze to his face,
