Blake's POV
Noah held me as I cried for a long time. He's still holding me as we lay on the couch together. I don't remember laying down but I'm literally laying on top of him with my head resting on his chest as I listen to his heartbeat. I still can't bring myself to trust him completely but it feels nice that I'm not alone and the mate bond has really been making me miss him even though I didn't want to.
Is it just me? Am I overthinking all this? Noah said he loved me when I couldn't love myself. He's helped me get sober and gave me a place to live. I always really did believe that he loved me and I grew to love him. I still love him. But the one thought in my mind that haunts me-
Noah rejected me. He didn't want me because he wanted to sleep around with other people bef
