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I guess I should be happy Jeremy was so protective of Eugene. "Hey. Watch it, Brian. And It's Jeremy." He snarled, giving Eugene a piggy back ride. I cocked my eyebrow at that, he shrugged. Our love languages were different, where mine was mostly physical touch, Jeremy's love language was excessive caring. As different as they were, our love languages had something similar. They were both over bearing. "Yeah, whatever. Get out of Greg's room." I said, shooing them out of the room.

I don't think he would wait this long, but I still feel a little disappointed to find that out. When I finally check my phone, it's right on my nightstand, already plugged in. These are the sort of details he has with me that help me believe he's in love with me. His love language consists of helping me do small chores, get things ready for me, it's all about acts of service. As a child who had to be responsible for himself from day one, it's the best feeling in the world. I bounced around from foster family to faster family and care homes in between so much that I had to learn how to be an independent being from back when I was like six.

It was a simple moment, but I felt truly happy that I was sharing this meal with him As we finished, I felt a sense of happiness and gratitude towards the man seated in front of me. "Thank you, Alpha Abel. This was exactly what I needed." He nodded, his expression gentle. "Anytime. All you have to do is ask me, and I will, you see, acts of service is my love language." "And physical touch is mine," I said as I walked over to him to engulf him in a hug . After a few minutes, I pulled away and kissed him on the cheeks

“You don’t need to be in a hurry, I’ll let you know tonight. It’s a surprise, but you sure would love it.” After finishing those words, I thanked him and placed another kiss on his lips. His lips were so soft—softer than his actions. He was strong and had a dangerous offensive, but his love language was different. I couldn’t wait for the night; it felt like the longest night of my life and the shortest point to see my wish come true. I strolled away and walked on with him as we talked about yesterday and how we had defeated our enemies. He told me there would be more problems to deal with up ahead, and I needed to prepare myself.

he said, brushing a kiss to my temple. “I feel like one.” He handed me a small glass vial. Inside was vanilla bean soaked in honey, thick and golden. “For the dessert,” he said. “In case you want it sweeter.” I blinked, then laughed, the sound thin with nerves. “I like that your love language is ingredients.” “And presence,” he added, eyes steady. And it was true. He didn’t hover, didn’t fuss. He just stayed. Present. Grounded. Like gravity—constant, invisible, inescapable. Mine.

I was about to get out of the car when she stopped me. "Ash you really have no idea how you make me feel. There are so many times I feel like I'm not telling you enough or showing you how much you mean to me. Within this time we've known one another, you have taught me things about myself I don't know,you constantly remind me how beautiful I am and you constantly make me feel.... wanted and I love that you make me feel this way. Fuck Ashley you make me fall for you everyday,you never cease to amaze me. Ashley I LOVE YOU.....so fucking much and you don't need to..." "I LOVE YOU TOO" I cut her off and crashed my lips into hers.

"Cindy, Mitch is a full on 'physical touch' person. It's her primary." "Her primary?" "Yeah, her love language. From 'The Five Love Languages'. We read the teen version in my youth group." I stared at her, befuddled. What the hell was a love language? It sounded like mushy things you wrote in Valentine's Day cards. "You seriously don't know? Go look it up."

I watched him soothe Lyra while she shouted at me from his arms. "What's wrong with me loving Kaelen? Our souls are drawn to each other! I never meant to challenge your place! I just want to be with the werewolf I love! Is that a crime? "Yes, you met him a few years earlier than I did, but time doesn't decide everything! True mates are about soul resonance, not who showed up first! "Elara, I love him more than you do! My love burns hotter than yours!" Emotion flickered across Kaelen's face, and he held her even tighter.

Mostly. Tessa, self-proclaimed relationship expert, had once said over cocktails, “Love languages matter more than chemistry. You can be obsessed with someone, but if they don’t love you the way you need to be loved, it’ll always feel slightly off.” Olivia had laughed at the time. But Tessa had gone on, serious for once. “You have to love someone in their language. Not yours. If they need presence and you give them praise, they’ll still feel alone. If they need touch and you give them gifts, they’ll feel unseen.”

Giving me plenty of distance when I wish she wouldn't. We sit like that in silence for a while. Her laying on her stomach at the foot of my bed, me sitting against my headboard. Her brows draw closer together as she flips pages, clearly intrigued by the book she picked. It's one of the few romance novel type books that I have. It was an impulse buy based on the cover a few months ago, and I haven't gotten around to reading it yet. 20 minutes pass, and I have maybe turned 3 pages while Shea has become sucked into whatever she's reading, turning pages faster and faster.