“That’s pretty cool,” I tell him, leaning in and laying my head on his shoulder. “That kind of certainty is something most people would kill to have. I know it was one of my first feelings when Jack…”
I let my words fall off, not wanting to admit what I’ve been denying since Jack left and since I began liking Ethan.
“What is it?” Ethan asks softly, turning my face with a gentle nudge.
Biting my lip, I try to look away, but he keeps me still. Keeps our eyes connected.
“When Jack cheated, there was a brief moment when I wished I knew who I was supposed to be with, and then later, as I started falling for you, I wished I knew if we were supposed to be together,” I admit, watching for his reaction.
“How do you feel about being my fated mate, Fiona?”
I swallow my words, unsure what
