Lawrence.
I was genuinely excited the moment I realized Theresa wanted to learn more about herself from me.
Of all the people she could have asked, she chose me, and not my brothers.
That alone made something warm and almost restless stir inside my chest. It felt like a quiet confirmation of something I had been hoping for without fully admitting it.
I mean…it could only mean she had a soft spot for me.
Right?
It was only natural anyway. I was her mate.
At least, that was how I kept convincing myself as I watched her carefully.
I swallowed hard and subtly adjusted myself on the bed, trying to compose my expression and hide how excited I actually was. My heart was beating a little too fast, and I hated how obvious it felt, like she could somehow see right through me.
But the more I tried to calm myself, the more impossible it became. Instead of focusing on the conversation, my attention remained stubbornly locked on her.
