Mate (Bride, #2)

by Ali Hazelwood

Her laughter adjusts the spin of his atoms.

“You told me that you loved me, Serena,” he says simply. His eyes are earnest, liquid. So profoundly good. “And while I’m willing to resign myself to an existence without the person I love, I refuse to condemn you to it.”

“Should we cut each other’s toenails and talk about the knot thing?”