His gaze settled on her face, the morning sun caressing her delicate features. She was going to be the death of him. One encounter and he was already hooked… for life. He’d known instantly that she was his mate, but he hadn’t expected to crave her, to need her as much as he needed to breathe. Voices carried through the house, his teammates called out to him from downstairs. He couldn’t go. He couldn’t leave her like he’d done before. How he’d possessed the power to walk away after watching her come apart in his arms, he didn’t know. Unbeknownst to her, he’d slept by her side for part of the night. He knew her temper would flare if she ever found out. For whatever reason, she was holding herself back, denying their connection. Garren hoped she wasn’t still on that I’m not good enough rant. He’d never heard of something so ridiculous in his life. Not good enough for her mate? He snorted. If she still felt that way, he’d just have to show her how amazing she was, that she was a goddess in his eyes.
