“Emelle, get ready to leave. Wear something to hide your…disappearing predisposition.” That’s a fancy way of putting it. “And no trading tongues while I’m gone,” she says, pointing between Okot and me. “Yes, ma’am,” I tell her. She huffs and leaves. The second the door shuts after her, Okot grabs my face and starts kissing me again. I pull away and give him a pointed look. “If you’re my mate, you have to laugh at all my jokes,” I admonish. His face sobers, and he nods seriously. “Of course, my beloved. I won’t fail you again.” I smile. This mate stuff is fun.
