Aaron’s POV
The Lacertian National Anthem is played by the military band to start off today’s campaign rally. My hand is splayed over my heart, my eyes unyieldingly fixed on our flag to my left. There are too many cameras here today for me to allow myself to look where my eyes are begging to wander.
Across the stage, Mae stands like I do, hand over her heart, eyes on the flag. I noticed earlier that she’s wearing a purple dress for Lacertia, and it brings out her violet eyes. It also accentuates her curves: the hips I’ve gripped while bucking into her and her breasts I’ve sucked to a chorus of her moans.
It feels like every day, this new, stronger version of our mate bond gets a deeper hold on me, blinding me to anything and anyone who isn’t her. I still don’t know if this new mate ca
