When he climbed in bed wearing nothing but his sweats again, Sable moved away from him before he could touch her.
He didn't look thrilled, and held up the contract.
"What number is the sex part?"she asked.
"Three."
She booped him on the arm with her nose three times in a row.
His eyes dipped to the contract, and he grimaced when he read it.
She waited, her head resting on her paws as she stared up at him.
Callum stiffly lifted a hand to his hair. His waves were still the only messy part of him. His fingers tangled in the strands. "As much as I would like to be with Kat in that way, I'm uncertain how my magic will respond when I lose control with her. I don't want to hurt her."
Sable tilted her head to the side, looking for more of an explanation.
"I unintentionally hurt a partner with my magic once during sex, long ago. Before Rumor. I haven't been with anyone since. It's not public knowledge. Please don't share."
Sable just blinked.
I would've done the same.
"Is that a good enough answer?"she asked me.
"Definitely."
We were going to have to unpack it some other time, because he was clearly scarred from the experience. He didn't actually want a sexless marriage. He just didn't want to hurt me.
That seemed like a good thing.
She crawled across the blankets and plopped her head down on his chest.The expression that flashed across his face with the contact was almost orgasmic.
I wondered just how much pain he had been in.
Sable fell asleep quickly, taking me under with her.
Step one in my plan to make my soulmate fall in love with me was officially complete.
We'd decided that was the plan after all. If we were fated, fuck seduction. There wasn't a chance in hell that our connection existed just to keep him out of pain.
He was going to love me.
He just didn't know it yet.
The weddingthe next morning went about as well as a wedding without any real emotion behind it could.
We pretended to be wildly in love as we made vows that should’ve felt significant, but didn’t, thanks to the bond already stretching between us.
We danced.
Drank.
Ate a plethora of my favorite chocolate cake.
Smiled for pictures.
It basically felt like one big party, except my parents and sister sat at the back, smiling politely.
