Alma’s pov
He loves me.
My heart is beating so hard I think it’s about to make its way out of my chest when his dark eyes look at me and says something I never heard him say, not to me, not to dad or mom, not anyone ever. He loves me.
I don’t know what to say for a few seconds; I always loved Santiago, even before he was my mate, just not like this, not on this soul-connected level that I feel right now. I know that I love him back the way he feels about me.
He kisses me again; this time, it’s slow and passionate, making my knees weak like I can’t even stand up when he does that to me. I cling to his hard body, which gives me strength in a way I never imagined he would just a few days ago.
We walk out of the bathroom holding hands, and when I walk into my room to get underwear because
