Everything had been so perfect. I had felt so happy, like I was in a heavenly state almost. Looking forward to a day in bed with Bailey, showing her how perfect we were together, and now we were in this mess… not just a mess, but I feared it could be the end. I rushed after Bailey, catching myself on the corner of the bed as I did, stumbling, and as I steadied myself she was already out of the door. Despite the fact I was naked, I rushed down the corridor of my home after her. So desperate to fix the situation we found ourselves in.
“Bailey, please!” I called after her, so desperate to try and fix this. Yet she didn’t so much as turn back. She was focused on making her escape. Escaping me. Her words had hurt. No. I wasn’t her mate. But, I so desperately wished I could be. It had been playing on my mind…
