"You're my mate," he said. She stopped walking, and he looked at her. Her back was to him, but she'd tensed up. "What?" she asked, turning toward him. He loved her eyes, sharp, brown, warm. "You're my mate, Y/N, which means that little cherry you're saving is all mine." He didn't mean to be crude; it just came to him naturally. collaboration with @kimavis05
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