“As touched as I am, I’m not mating you.” “Why not?” Charlie sat up, running her hands through her tangles of hair. She glared at me. I knew she would fight for what she wanted – needed – but this was one fight I wouldn’t back down on. “Because I love you, Charlie!” I slammed my hands down on the bed, feathers exploding into the air around us. “Are you happy? Satisfied? Because I’m not fucking mating you unless you can look me in the eyes and admit you love me too.”
