If It Isn’t

I wish we could do it again (and again, and again) but I have a feeling Justin will get in his own head again. He just can't accept me for some reason.

This past few days I've been doing research in fated mates. It's always what I thought it should be... insta-love. Insta passion. Insta love-making. Obviously, because what else is it going to be when you find the literal love of your life? People never fight it... except for him. And why? Because apparently he doesn't like the way I look.

Or, he does, but then he feels guilty about it.

I sigh and roll in bed. My nose catches his scent in the sheets and I moan, feeling all tingly again. I gulp and my hand moves down south to relieve the pressure, but then I gasp when I remember why I woke up so early today. I jump up and run to put on my clothes on go to work.

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Justin and his brother were successful.

When I get his text in my new super fancy phone, I almost pass out with relief. He told me a few times that it wasn't going to be