“I’m too tired to keep arguing about this. Just call your ex.” I waved a hand toward the phone.
He was right about me falling for him. I would, eventually. Hewasirresistible. I was already addicted to his blood… and his personality. I couldn’t imagine it would take more than that to fall for him.
I wasn’t the one who would want to end our relationship.
He was going to want to kill me when he found out that I was hiding Harper’s condition and the fact that she’d drained Steven. Given our connection, I doubted he would be able to do it himself, but Rhone? He would definitely snap my neck for the secrets I’d kept.
Maverick scratched my back lightly for a few minutes, instead of picking up his phone. It felt incredible.
I hunched over the table, closing my eyes, and started to doze off a little.
“We never had that conversation about labels.”
“Do we need labels?” I mumbled.
“Not really, but I think you want them.”
“Do I?”
“Yup.”
“Alright. Hit me with it.”
“In werewolf terms, we’re fated. Since we’re not rejecting the bond, we’re well on our way to being permanently mated. Hence me calling you my mate, even though we’re not technically official.”
“Mmkay.”
Maybe labels were a bad idea.
It was a hell of a lot worse to lie to your mate than to the guy who’d bitten you in your office and thrown you in a cage before locking you in an apartment for a week.
“In human terms, we’re engaged. You’re my fiancée. I’m yours, too.”
He’d said that before. I just hadn’t taken it seriously.
“I don’t have a ring to throw at your face when I’m mad at you,” I said into the table.
“Werewolves don’t wear rings, so I didn’t think about it,” he admitted.
I guess rings would make shifting difficult. They didn’t even wear shoes. Might lose a finger if they tried to shift with a ring on.
“Alright. So we’re engaged,” I said.
“Yup.”
“You know that’s insane, right?”
Maverick chuckled. “A little. In a good way.”
“Kind of.”
“Kind of?” He tickled my side, and I laughed.
“You do know I never actually agreed to this, right?”
He tugged me closer to his side, his hand lingering on my hip afterward. “Want me to propose? Like a good little human?”
“Of course not.”
