I stood in front of the mirror within my bedroom, adjusting the dress I had picked out for this supposed date I had agreed to, now questioning if going on the date was the right thing to do or not…
I ran the hairbrush through my hair for about the tenth time since I had stood in front of the mirror, questioning over and over in my mind what I should do. Surely seeing him as a friend wouldn’t hurt, would it? He made me laugh… he made me feel good… and the guy had been chasing me for quite some time… I belonged to nobody. I had every right to see who I wanted. Until I found my mate I was free to see who I wanted. I did not have to do anything serious...
My mind flicked back to Cole’s words. There could be no way that guy was my mate, or else he would have said something, surely? Why did
