Mate: Part One
Like he was trying to tell me that I was his whole world.
My heartbeat jumped
I felt it again- that pull.
"Is something wrong, Nathan?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
He didn't answer with words.
He just leaned forward, the warmth of his breath brushing my lips. My stomach twisted, heat curling low inside me.
"Nathan," I breathed.
"I love you so much, Jane Foster," he whispered in that soft, reverent voice that ruins me.
"I love you, Nathan," I said, my voice trembling.