ISLA
That. Just. Happened.
Tate is tracing soft circles on my back as we both calm our racing hearts. I never thought I’d lose my virginity on a patio chair outside of a club, but I also thought I’d wait for my mate. I’m not mad at it, though. This was so blissful, and Tate was being so gentle, and sweet. Regardless of what happens between us, I know I won’t regret this. I take in a deep breath and release it as I push myself up. I steal another peck from his soft lips as I go to stand. Tate’s strong arms find my waist steadying me as my legs are still mush beneath me.
There is a fondness in his stormy eyes, one that makes my heart stutter. No one has ever looked at me like this before. This has been a birthday I will never forget.
“So, uh, ready to head back in?” Tate says as he runs
