“I told you that you were my mate, right?” “You might have mentioned it,” I say, dazed. He chuckles. “You’re stuck with me now, I’m afraid. After that, there’s no way you’re leaving my sight again.” And he presses kisses on my neck. I smile in his embrace. I should tell him that he’s being bossy. That I never agreed to be his mate and he needs to ask first. But Jrrru is a cuddler after sex and it feels so good and so right that I decide I’ll let it slide for today. I mean, he is my mate. But I want to give him a hard time about it first.
