I glanced at Adrian. And he gave a little head tilt as he looked at the empty space next to him, beckoning me to come. Yes. Mine. My mate. My body and cavewoman instincts pulled me in that direction. My brain said don't go. I wasn't ready to address the mate situation. I wasn’t ready to admit how scared I was at the prospect of how much I wanted him. I wanted to belong. I wanted to know I would have the person that would never, ever leave me. Like Malachi. Like Marissa. Niall was next to him, watching the exchange between us. He looked tense; his jaw tight.
