I Don't Want To Let Go

CORA

I turned to the glass window, my eyes wide. It was a starless night, and the moon was only left to a very slim crescent. I swallowed, feeling tears well up in my eyes.

I wondered what Keanne had done after I had left. What he had felt. How he had looked. I wondered if he would want to see me again, if he would want to continue with this mate bond. If he wanted to look at me the same way.

I know I may be asking too much from a mate bond I had done absolutely nothing to preserve, but I hoped when morning came and I go to that office, he would look at me as tenderly as he had when hr had thought I was asleep.

That look had only made me even greedier, making me wonder howbhr would look at me when I actually stood by him. Making me wonder how it would be to be the only woman in his life. The woman he took to his bed. The woman he took to the shower. The woman whose forehead he leaned on the side of the bed to kiss. The woman whose body his fingers studied like braille.

I closed my eye