(Cameron)
I excused myself a few minutes after Nisha left. I wasn’t sure if it was worse that I was crowding her or if she wanted space. I missed the days when I didn’t think about that at all, but I knew I didn’t really miss that. As selfish as it was, I needed to know we were okay. We hadn’t spoken about the mate thing since that glorious evening, and I knew she had questions. Until she tried to physically claw it out of herself as if it was something physical, and maybe it was.
The fear and dread I felt when she asked me to take the bond away floored me; it wasn’t like anything I felt before. I didn’t think she liked me, really, but I didn’t think she had such a visceral reaction to being my mate. The world shifted, and I realized how f.ucking c.ocky I was. How just. I didn’t even wa
