The Man

Suffice it to say, I did not get any sleep.

Twenty one years old, and that was my first kiss. It was implied that was not how I expected it to go. Sure, call me pathetic, I hadn’t ever had a boyfriend or a kiss or even held hands, but I just didn’t see the point. If I had known, however, that my mate would be someone like him I probably would have had a different outlook.

I didn’t know what had come over me. I had never been that brash in my life. But, I had also never been that hurt and angry.

Who did he think he was, rejecting his fated mate? He knew there were no second chances, right? For either of us. Who did he think he was, wrecking my future, not just his own?

But, I was done. I was done being a doormat, I was done going along with what everyone else told me, I was done letting life happen to me. Something in me had snapped, and I refused to be that girl anymore. If I wanted something, I had every right to go get it. Especially if that thing was already mine.

My lips