“Thank you for saving my skin,” I added after I realized I must thank him as it wasn’t something small to ignore. I honestly thought he would get me in trouble but he helped me instead.
I never knew my kiss was magical.
“No problem. It’s not like I didn’t get anything in return,” he shrugged his shoulders, trying to be smart and all cocky.
I stayed in my spot and watched him look for his headphones. Once he acknowledged I had been watching him, he turned around and passed me a quick glance.
“What?” he asked, either pretending or not wanting to acknowledge the mate bond just like the others. It was so weird how they loved touching me but didn’t want to claim me.
“Nothing,” I responded after sadness took over me. I wasn’t needed by anyone, not one single mate of mine.
The one who I did grew up with just wanted to use me and then toss me to the side. I might not cry all the time, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt.
It was just that I was not a big crier but I did feel for those who do. It takes a lot of courage to show your emotions in front of selfish people.
I too sat down in my bed because I had no other option left: I haven’t eaten anything because I had to print away from that crazy Jim, who by the way, would probably get his hands on me tomorrow.
“Dude! Wake up. Thiago had gone missing,” Lazlo shook Maynard’s body awake and said the terrifying words with a look of concern in his tone.
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