The Mate Agreement
I say to the both of them, and they harmonize their evil laughter as I make my way over to William.
“Hi.” I sit down.
He clears his throat, chuckles to himself at my greeting. “Hi.”
I point to the book he’s reading. “You really like Murakami.”
He nods, lowering the book and I get a better look at the title besides the author’s name sprawled across the cover. “Then again, I also devour everything magical realism, so…”
I wish I was magical realism so he can devour me too.
“Isabella?”
I purse my lips, blinking. I don’t know what my expression is doing right now, but he’s looking at me a little weird. “Hmm?” I raise my eyebrows and subtly wipe my sweaty palms on my jacket.