Mate (Bride, #2)

by Ali Hazelwood

Lay my head on his shoulder. Scribble, on twelve down, Rosicrucianism. I think about having this, but times twenty. Times one hundred. Times tens of thousands. When two people fall in love, how many nights do they spend together, doing absolutely nothing, before they’ve had their fill? How many silences and crosswords and mugs of tea do they share? What can Koen and I do, to get as many as—

but Serena…she feels like another part of him. His heart, in another body.