(Greyson)
I watched Christian finish his donut and lean back against the bench. The sun was hitting his face just right, and for once he looked relaxed. Not like he was about to run away or break down. Just... peaceful.
I couldn't believe he was actually doing this. Giving us a real chance.
Mylo was practically purring inside my chest. After months of watching our mate push us away, seeing him hurt and scared, he was finally letting us in. Even if it was just a little bit.
I looked down at our joined hands. His fingers were smaller than mine, and I could feel the slight tremor that was always there now. The anxiety he carried with him everywhere. It made my chest tight knowing he was still scared, even now.
"We should probably head back soon," Mason said quietly, checking his phone. "
