Kai
Yesterday, I kissed Eliza. I held her in her arms, touched her naked skin, and tasted her soft lips. I looked into her beautiful eyes, and... then I pushed my urges aside and let her go. Why? Because I'm not her fated me.
Brandon is her fated mate, and it pisses me off.
He might be a decent person under his grouchiness. But, even if he were an angel, Brandon would still be an unworthy man for Eliza. That woman is a work of art. She surprises me at every corner. She is a flower, one that hides under a tough mask and harsh words. You see, she protects herself with lies, and it takes time to understand that her mouth spits nonsense while her heart is made of gold.
She might not be perfect, but that's why I like her. We are both flawed, and my body reacts to Eliza like a moth to a flam
