To Another Place
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
I kissed Michael on the lips and breathed into him.
Michael grabbed my hand and stopped me from touching him. He held me down and didn't want me to leave him. We pressed our foreheads together, and his long lashes brushed my face.
I heard Michael whisper, "Cecily, do you believe I can do this?"
"Yes, I do," I said firmly.
I believed that my mate was the perfect person in the world and that he could do anything he wanted.
"I love you," Michael whispered in my ear.
'Me too.' I answered silently in my heart.
I looked at Michael, unsure if it would be better if I said it out loud.
Since my last fight with Michael over the marking, I had learned to express my feelings more discreetly.
The last time didn't end well. I was hurt that Michael wouldn't mark me, but was Michael heartbroken that I used him as a tool?
I wished that every time I spoke to Michael, it was from the bottom of my heart, not something else.