“What if he doesn’t like it when we, um,mate?”
“When?” He seemed amused, then continued. “That’s impossible. He already loves you.”
I gasped. “No, he does not!”
He huffed, and I stared at the phone for a long moment.
“But what if he asks me to, uh,sharewith other people? Like an open relationship, because he has…needs?”
“To hell with that.” He seemed annoyed by the idea. “I don’t know anyone who’s willing to share a mate with others, and I’m sure he won’t want to either.”
“But I don’t have much experience with BDSM. Not like him. What if he doesn’t like it?”
“He’ll love it so much that you won’t be able to walk for weeks. Believe me, I know it.”
My jaw dropped, feeling the butterflies evolve into wasps. Because there was something else, too.
“What about if he…doesn’t accept my… Actually, never mind.”
“Your what?”
My secret fetish.
But I didn’t say it. I couldn’t admit it aloud—that would mean admitting it to myself.
“Never mind!”
“Yvaine, wait?—”
“Have to go?—”
“Yvaine, tell me!”
“Bye!”
That didn’t stop him from texting me.
Tell me! If he doesn’t accept your…what??
I didn’t answer.
Two hours later, there were twenty-four messages from him detailing hypotheses about what I meant.
One of them was right.
My fantasy. My…kink.
Rudolph said he was busy, so we stopped chatting after he reminded me that he intended to meet me in two days, after the game.
Before going to sleep, I logged into Instagram. It didn’t take long for me to access hisprofile—my last visited one on my search tab.
A little squeal escaped my lips when I saw a new photo of Logan that hadn’t been there yesterday, when I’d looked at his photos…again…
My mate, who seemed even more beautiful than in the last photo that was posted, was showing off a necklace with a black moon. It was identical to mine, only his moon was facing the opposite direction.
The caption of the photo stated that he had found his soulmate and was happily taken. Unconsciously, I curled my fingers around my necklace as a smile came to my lips?—
Only for it to die when I read a new message from an unknown number.
