Dear Enemy, You're My Mate
"Hey, what do you think you're doing?"
Finn lifts an eyebrow at Dior. "I always hug Patricia in the morning."
Dior widens his eyes, and his jaw slacks ever so faintly. "You do?" He clears his throat, and the mate-bond tells me he is both hurt and disappointed with me. He got the wrong idea. "What is the relationship between you two, anyway?"
My lips part. "We are friends."
Finn nods. "Yeah, I wouldn't steal Patricia from you," his lips curl into a big smile when he notices Dior's mark. "Oh, you guys finally completed the mating ritual, huh? Congratulations!"
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