Chapter Fourteen - Mason

One Mississippi. Two Mississippi. Three Mississippi. The attempt at calming myself with counting wasn’t working. It felt the same as counting sheep to fall asleep. Jessica swallowed and she nervously dropped her gaze back to her plate. She twirled her fork around her food again and slipped it into her plush mouth. My thoughts were hardly holy at the moment. I wanted to reach across the table and drag her across it and into my lap. This was madness. I’d always heard stories about finding your mate but no one I knew had lived it. Besides Jacob and Jessica’s grandmother. However, that was far before my time. I'd only heard stories. I watched her eat as if I hadn’t just said what I said. “What does that mean?” she finally asked. I took a bite of my food, barely keeping myself contained. Through a forced voice, I said, “I don’t know.” Which was a lie. I did know but I couldn’t tell her. I couldn’t tell her what I wanted to say. You’re my mate. Mine. No one else’s. I wanted to tell J