Sylvie Rose: Mea Potentia Ultra
I rubbed my finger over that one, and I smiled.
As I continued tracing his tattoos, I heard a low, gravelly, voice, “Do you like that one?” I looked down and realized I was still rubbing my finger over the bear and the wolf, “I do love it.” He kissed the top of my head, “It represents the two of us.” I smiled, “So you really wanted us to be mates?” He nodded, “Definitely. I don’t know what I would’ve done if we hadn’t been mates. You’ve always been beautiful and I always loved how funny and easy going you are.” I smiled, “You are so sweet, but I really need to use the bathroom.” He let me go and I ran to the bathroom.
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