BOUND BY FATE, TORN BY CHOICES
Glancing over her shoulder, she added, "Want some warm milk? I’d offer hot chocolate, but we’re out.”
Someone must have restocked the supplies recently because when I joined her at the fridge, it was filled with food. "Sure," I agreed, pressing a quick kiss to the back of her head before returning to the table.
When she handed me my cup, I noticed she had refilled hers as well.
"Mom’s old trick," she mused. "Warm milk—the classic cure for sleepless nights. So, what’s keeping you up?”
I sighed. "Probably the same thing as you," I admitted. "It’s strange not being home. And not having my mate right beside me isn’t exactly helping."
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