-Harley's POV-
"Nothing is wrong..." He says.
"There is something on your mind. I can see that." I press him.
"It's just...well, I really thought that...maybe...just maybe, we would have been mates."
He...really wanted that?
I am stunned and for a few seconds, I stay quiet until I am able to react again. "What do you mean?"
He takes in a deep breath. "What I mean is that deep inside I thought that maybe when you turned eighteen, we would realize that we were mates."
He did think as I did. Honestly had a bit of hope too.
"But that's not it." He says looking disappointed. "I don't feel any different than before."
"Did you...really want it to be me?" I ask.
He shrugs his shoulder. "I... guess I did."
Me too.
I think to myself but I don't say it.
I sit next
