The ride home was quiet, but not the uncomfortable kind of quiet.
She turned to face me suddenly, and caught me staring at her with a smile on my face. I must have looked crazy to her, like a lunatic who was drunk on love. And maybe I was.
“Can I ask you a question?” she asked softly.
I nodded. “Of course.”
Then she bit her lips, wringing her hands and looking everywhere but me. It was a nervous tick I had picked up from her since meeting her yesterday.
“You can talk to me, Bellis.”
She hesitated again, but this time, only for a few seconds before she spoke up. “Was there a reason you didn't tell them I was your mate back there?” The question was quiet, but I picked up the edge in her tone. A hint of hurt, caused by me. “Do you…like…”
“Don't please,” I cut her off before she could
