Conflicted
What does surprise me is the huge birthday cake and my beaming best friend sitting on my right.
"Happy Birthday Nessa," Rosy declares before throwing her arms around my sweaty shoulders.
"Happy Birthday to you too, Rosy," I exclaim, squeezing her to me.
I sniff, and my muscles tighten a bit. She smells different.
"Umm, Rosy. Why do you smell weird? Like you are mixed with your mate," I ask her, and she blushes.
"Oh well, umm......we mated. Jaxon and I, I mean. He...umm....gave me his mark," She whispers with blazing cheeks.
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