18 - Mates

~Lola’s Point of View~

I woke feeling like hundred degrees, like I was baking. I was nestled in a bunch of soft pillows and for a moment I completely forgot where I was, what bed I was in. I turned my head right into a giant face, snoring softly.

His huge arm was over my chest in a clamiing manner and I loved it. His big hand was holding my boob and I nearly laughed. He wasn’t about to let that go, even in his dreams.

We’d fallen asleep talking and I’d probably bored him to death with my childhood stories. The more we talked the more two things became glaringly obvious; I was definitely adopted and I was already in love with this man.

A man that couldn’t possibly be more different than me in every way. A man that a week ago I didn’t even know existed. A man that is still such an enigma to me in so many ways yet I really think I feel this whole mating bond thing, I feel it in my bones. If I was taken from him right this minute, even before I was marked, I knew without a doubt I’d