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Grayson's Mate by Tamsin Baker
2.0
He reached for the handle and pulled open the car door. That was when he saw the driver for the first time.
Grayson's whole core tightened and burned, and he grabbed for his chest, feeling his heart burst and flame.
What the fuck was that? He gasped for breath and opened his eyes. He hadn't even realized they were shut.
He blew out a long breath and gripped the steering wheel. He had to get his mate back to safety. Now.
My mate... Oh fuck, the possession shit was happening already.
"I was coming home from a night shift. I'm working two jobs on top of medical school. I must have fallen asleep— I don't know— I can't remember much before the accident."
Grayson stepped around him and gently ran his fingers through Reagan's hair. "You hit your head, so I'm not surprised."
"I don't know Grayson... It's sounding more and more like a cult, but go on."
A weird hysteria was making a smile stretch across his face. He shouldn't be smiling, he knew he shouldn't be. But there was something strangely comical about all of this.
Grayson let out a breath slowly, feeling the darkness shifting inside him. His mate was home, in his house, where he belonged. A lightness filled his heart that he'd never experienced before.
Reagan closed the door and stepped into the brand new house, taking his time as he looked around once again. It was lovely, and for some reason, his whole body relaxed the moment he locked the front door.
Home. The feeling was undeniable.
Reagan's laugh was as beautiful a sight as the full moon and sunset combined.
"Thank God you came back." The adrenaline was draining away and his muscles had begun to shake.
"Mate, are you okay?" Grayson's hands were all over him, cupping his jaw and squeezing his arms, and for once Reagan welcomed the strange pain.
"God, I love you." The words just fell out of Reagan's mouth and yet he'd never said anything so true.
Grayson stared at Reagan, his face now tender and soft. "I love you."
"Where are we off to?"
"I'm taking you home."
"What did you drive for? Your house is like, a block away. We could have walked."
Grayson's whole core tightened and burned, and he grabbed for his chest, feeling his heart burst and flame.
What the fuck was that? He gasped for breath and opened his eyes. He hadn't even realized they were shut.
He blew out a long breath and gripped the steering wheel. He had to get his mate back to safety. Now.
My mate... Oh fuck, the possession shit was happening already.
"I was coming home from a night shift. I'm working two jobs on top of medical school. I must have fallen asleep— I don't know— I can't remember much before the accident."
Grayson stepped around him and gently ran his fingers through Reagan's hair. "You hit your head, so I'm not surprised."
"I don't know Grayson... It's sounding more and more like a cult, but go on."
A weird hysteria was making a smile stretch across his face. He shouldn't be smiling, he knew he shouldn't be. But there was something strangely comical about all of this.
Grayson let out a breath slowly, feeling the darkness shifting inside him. His mate was home, in his house, where he belonged. A lightness filled his heart that he'd never experienced before.
Reagan closed the door and stepped into the brand new house, taking his time as he looked around once again. It was lovely, and for some reason, his whole body relaxed the moment he locked the front door.
Home. The feeling was undeniable.
Reagan's laugh was as beautiful a sight as the full moon and sunset combined.
"Thank God you came back." The adrenaline was draining away and his muscles had begun to shake.
"Mate, are you okay?" Grayson's hands were all over him, cupping his jaw and squeezing his arms, and for once Reagan welcomed the strange pain.
"God, I love you." The words just fell out of Reagan's mouth and yet he'd never said anything so true.
Grayson stared at Reagan, his face now tender and soft. "I love you."
"Where are we off to?"
"I'm taking you home."
"What did you drive for? Your house is like, a block away. We could have walked."