But I wouldn’t mind if it were, and that’s the scary part.
I’ve never looked forward to studying the way I do now, and my grades can attest to it.
An A.
I’m not sure when I last got an A on anything, let alone a test. I’ve been chomping at the bit, waiting for our little group study date all day to show it off.
Which is why I almost miss the slight color in my Pookie’s cheeks when she comes into the dorm.
“Oh, you were able to find your way today. Good job.” I’m out of my chair and headed toward her before I really think about it. It’s as if my attraction to her is something outside of my control; my whole being desires her. She’s not simply someone I want to fuck or fool around with. No, I crave her presence, my magic reaching for her in a way I’ve never experienced before.
How does one tell a mortal they are mated to somethingmore?
Is that even allowed?
Crap, sounds like I’ll be doing more research.
“You were still lost for a little while there, though. It’s really no big deal if I meet you after class, love.” Her eyes shoot up to meet mine at my little slip, and I mentally scold myself.
Pookie had started as a joke, but now it doesn’t feel like enough. There are so many other names I want to call her, but most of all, I want to call her mine.
“I—I wasn’t lost. I was…” She reaches for the camera that hangs around her neck, and I feel my chest swell with pride. She uses that camera daily; it’s almost always with her.
A gift from me, even if she isn’t aware of that.
She clears her throat, her fingers gripping the camera harder as her cheeks turn progressively redder by the second.
“I was taking some pictures.”
“Of what, exactly?” I ask, probably sounding too excited, but well, I am. I’m not sure what she could have been taking pictures of to make her blush, but I’d like to.
She fidgets for a moment as if debating whether she wants to tell me before she gives in with a sigh.
I love winning.
She turns so her back is to me as she flicks on her camera so I can also see the little screen with the picture previews.
It’s so small.
I make a mental note to look into cameras. Given how much she loves this one, I think she could use another, or maybe a few more. One of them has to have a bigger screen; I’m sure.
Ugh, more research. What is this girl doing to me?
I step in closer, not willing to miss a chance to be nearer to her if given the option.
She’s clicking buttons like a pro, and I lean in to rest my chin on top of her head. She pauses as if unsure before she continues on.
Another win.
I take a moment to breathe in her cotton candy scent, enjoying the almost high-like feeling I get from being this close, touching her, and breathing her in.
Huh, what’s that?
I breathe in deeper, and there it is again. A deep, earthy tone that I’d never smelled before.
People’s scents don’t just change, at least not for no reason, but with her being mortal, it’s not like I can just ask her about it.
I’m pulled from my musing when the camera screen flicks to a stop, and I find Nolan in the picture.
