REBECCA
After I finished eating, under Reiner’s watchful eye, the two enormous (and absolutely delicious) sandwiches he’d made me, he picked me up from my chair and led me towards the couch. There, he sat down, holding me in his lap as before, proceeded to throw a blanket over me and grabbed the remote.
Thankfully, he’d switched off the flickering light bulb as he walked towards the couch – managing to hold me with just – one – arm.
Which meant that not only I was mated with the guy I’d been crushing on – but that he was sweet, good at cooking, fun, and strong.
The list of his qualities was ever-growing: it was clear I’d lucked out on the mating lottery.
Yes - he'd lied to me, but I had understood he hadn't done it out of malice. I knew, having been around Izzy for years, that it
