Carson and I talked and laughed as we ate our picnic dinner. It was nice to feel normal. Carson asked me questions about me. It seemed like he really wanted to know everything. He asked about my favorite color, my favorite class, what I liked about swimming at the lake and what I wanted to study in college. Noone had ever asked me about college. When I told him that I wanted to study kinesiology, he smiled and said, "I don't even know what that is." I explained it's the study of how a body moves: the muscles, the bones, the joints, all the functionality of the parts working together as a whole being. He smiled and said, "I like studying your kinesiology. I love watching you move." I leaned forward and kissed him. "My turn to ask questions." I said with a smile and launched into a long list of questions I had for him. My wolf grumbled the whole time about how she hated me, how I was betraying her, and repeating she would never submit to having a mate. I ignored her as much as I co
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