Daphne
The date with Nash was amazing. He had definitely done a good job representing himself, from the shooting range to the fast food. But nothing touched me quite as much as the moment he turned to me and told me to go to Louis. If he had gotten down on both his knees and offered me gold and diamonds, and an ice cream sundae on a silver platter, I could not have loved Nash Turner more than I did at that moment.
I don’t even think he realized how huge, how significant it was, that he recognized Louis’s distress, and was moved to alleviate it. That he was willing to sacrifice his own physical pleasure and s****l fulfillment to make sure that his mate was comforted. He was responding to the mate bond, even if he didn’t realize it yet.
Somewhere in the middle of our dinner at the gr
