Zariah
“Do you need to sit down?" Greg asks me, and I feel like I need to say yes, but I can't.
“I'm fine," I tell him, but I've already pulled away from him so that there's a foot of space between us, and I can see by his expression that I've hurt his feelings. It's not on purpose, but I need to turn around and face the elephant in the room.
“Are you… experiencing something?" Greg wants to know.
I know what he's getting at, and I don't even want to answer him. I don't even want to acknowledge to him that I have found my fated mate because if I tell Greg that yes, I have determined who the Moon Goddess, in her infinite wisdom, and horrific sense of humor, has decided I should be with, thinks I should be with, and then turn around to speak to the man behind me, Greg will know who it is
