Red's POV
Rowan asks me a thousand times over the next four days whether I regret going to see his parents with him. Each time, I tell him no.
“These past four days have felt like a dream,” I tell him as I lie on his bed in the middle of the day on Thursday, half naked and dripping with sweat, staring up at his ceiling in utter contentment. “Spending my days and my nights with you, making love whenever we want, going to see your parents—it’s almost like…”
“Like we’re really each other’s mates,” he finishes for me.
I smile sadly. “Yeah.”
He presses his lips against my navel, then trails kisses up toward my sternum, my neck, and finally, to my lips. He doesn’t touch my body or press himself against me. The innocence of it makes me smile.
“Do you regret it?” I ask him for the first ti
