Uh. Wait.
Suddenly, with a shock that seemed to hit her directly in her chest, Luna realized maybe shedidknow where Henry was going with this.
But… no way. Surely he can’t mean –
“They don’t always find their mate, but when they do, they know immediately.”
Henry reached out his hand slowly – slowly enough for Luna to pull away if she wanted to.
She didn’t.
She didn’t resist, either, when the tips of his fingers brushed the back of her hand, and that same electricity from when they touched while they were walking in the rain – and from when they first met – ran through her with a shocking force, spreading throughout her body like wildfire and lighting her up from within.
Thoughts raced through her mind:Fate exists? Henry has a person who’s made just for him? That person is me? I’m meant to spend my life with the most gorgeous, thoughtful, amazing guy I’ve ever met?!
Stunned, she blurted out the first thing that came into her mind:
“I can’t believe I destroyed your cake and covered your shirt in whipped cream the first time I met you!”
Henry looked surprised for a moment, but then his expression turned solemn… except for the mischievous twinkle in his eye. “Well, the mate bonddoesbasically mean that I’ll forgive you for pretty much anything, no matter how grievous. But that was a close one.”
“Oh my God.” Luna buried her face in her hands for a moment, just letting it all sink in.
Could any of this possibly be true? It seemed preposterous –her, the fated mate of… of… well,anyone, but of the sweetest and most attractive guy she’d ever met? Who could also turn into ahellhound, and who slept at the foot of her bed like some kind of guardian angel all night?
This has to be some kind of joke, she thought, dazed… but somehow, even as she thought it, she knew it wasn’t. Henry had shown her he was a hellhound. Why wasthisany more difficult to believe?
And really, what was one more crazy thing in her life?
“You okay?” Henry said gently, and his voice truly was like music to her ears. Were the last couple of days even real?
I suppose there’s one way to find out.
She opened her eyes to see Henry looking at her intently, and she met his gaze, leaning toward him.
Well. Here goes nothing.
Thankfully, Henry seemed to understand her intent perfectly. And really, hehadto stop acting like such a gentleman.
The moment their lips met was pure bliss, the electricity of the touch pleasurable rather than painful, but more to the point…
It’s Henry. I’m kissing Henry. He wants me. He wantsme.
All too soon she pulled away from him, reluctance written into every fiber of her being, but fully aware that if she kept going, she wouldn’t be able to stop.
Henry seemed to be feeling the same way, if his expression was anything to go by.
He’s looking that way for me. No man has ever looked at me that way before.
It was so tempting to grab him by the scruff of his shirt and drag him back to her bed… but she’d just clocked on for the day, and she had a job to do. That was one article she definitely wouldnotbe submitting to her publisher! Her cheeks warmed just at the thought of it.
No, they’d have to eat some cake and go to the festival instead. It was a distant second compared to spending the day getting to know Henry much better than she had ever dared dream, but she supposed it could be worse.
Also, she still had a weird stalker to deal with, she supposed. She knew she would rest easier once that was sorted out.
She laughed a little shakily, still coming down from the excitement and shock of it all.
“So, that’s definitely it, then? Got anyothersecrets you want to get off your chest?”
