NeerahHe gives me a quick once over before stopping on my face. I love the way his eyes reveal the depth of his emotion. My heart starts to beat and I look away for a moment, reminding myself that Rayah is his mate. I am just easy to manipulate…“I want to sleep here. Is it alright?” He asks.Dum! My heart screams its reply. Obviously, if his manipulating ways were a little more loving, I wouldn't complain a lot. His withdrawal hurt me more than anything.“It's your room. I can just sleep on the floor” I shrug. You know, casually. No reason to get all excited for nothing. Probably, he would only come in when I am asleep. “You don't Have nightmares these days” he changes the topic, coming to stand in front of me. She turns me around so I am facing the mirror again and then picks up the comb to gently move it through the tresses of my hair. “It's odd,” I admit.“Maybe you are healing” he suggests, running his hands through my hair instead of the comb. I try to stop the way my breath
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