The Mate Agreement
I close my eyes momentarily, soaking in his warmth, his presence.
I want to tell him how much I appreciate him being here, how long I’d stopped pretending to be in love with him because I already am, but I don’t think I’m ready to admit that just yet.
“Isabella? Are you okay?” He repeats with worry.
“When I was twelve, my dad took me to see the first Scream movie on the big screen. Do you know it? The one with Skeet Ulrich?”
I feel him nod, his chin touching the top of my head.