"What? You hugged me for hours and now you want to move away?" He asked in his hoarse voice, as he looked at her right in her eyes.
He couldn't see me. He couldn't see me.
Meera kept repeating that words again and again in her mind, but she couldn't convince herself, because his gaze was very intense, as if he could see straight into her soul. Out of instinct, Meera lowered her head to avoid his eyes.
"You said… you said I need to have my dinner." Meera bit her lip, she rested her head against his chest, against her better judgment. She shouldn't feel this way, right? She should be angry at him because he had marked her without her permission and made her unable to contact her family.
But then, she felt safe and comfortable in his arms. This was so wrong. Was this because of the mate bond?
"Yes," Dalton whispered to her ear, as he caressed her long hair behind her back. "You need to eat."
