MATES

Dragana POV

Art’s kisses tightened my stomach, and I could feel excitement building within me every time we kissed. I felt safe with him. It was a very different type of a kiss than Roman’s – not that I had many with him to compare. However, my body reacted very differently to them both. I knew I craved Roman with an almost animalistic desire. The soft kiss on the morning I left, while completely innocent in comparison to his previous ones, showed me once and for all that I was in love with this man, and that I wanted him. With Art, it was different. I knew I cared for him. I looked forward to seeing him every day. I purposely wore outfits and special clothes just for him. I was excited. I would think of him before I went to bed. But none of this was the fated mate bond I read so much about. I needed to do some more reading on the books I got from the Library, that much was clear. “We are different. We do not feel a mate bond until each of us finds him”, Vasilla now chimed in, noting