Noah's POV
"I kissed her. I actually kissed her." I say, rubbing my hands up and down my face as I rest my elbows on the desk in my office.
"Yeah, so? She's your mate." Dylan shrugs.
"It's been four days. I kissed her Monday night. Its Thursday. She hasn't talked to me since." I sighed, leaning back in my chair.
"Because you shouldn't have done that," Carla speaks up from next to Dylan on the other side of my desk.
"She's his mate. It's not a big deal. I kiss you all the time." Dylan says to his mate.
"Yeah, but I wasn't raped every day for almost a decade. She had no say over what happened to her or her body. She didn't get to choose when or who touched her. You took that away from her again." Carla says. "I know she says she doesn't trust you, but anyone can see that she does, at
