LARA
The words sounded in my mind yet I was not sure if he was serious about what he was telling me.
“What do you mean when you say soulmate?” I asked, trying not to tremble in his arms, but was failing miserably.
“Lara,” he was clearly trying to choose words and I felt like I was going to die. He was about to tell me that he chose the wrong term and all my hopes would be crushed. The ones I didn’t know I had but now it was all I was thinking about. The seconds he was silent seemed like years to me.
His thumb brushed over my lip and tingles erupted again. I loved and hated it in equal measures. Because nothing felt so good yet nothing made me so weak as those tingles.
“I am of mixed race,” he started explaining and I so wasn’t sure where he was going with it.
“I know,”
