A Choice of Sorts

I turned around in bed, my chest slightly heaving. My eyes lifted up to the bedside lamp in front of me, and I swallowed, my eyes closing for a bit.

The ring sat right under the night light, almost intentionally illuminated by the light right above it.

Slowly, I sat up, a small breath escaping me. I couldn't take it anymore. The silence, the guilt, the need. It was a combination that made sleep elude me, and deprived me of whatever joy I would have had knowing Keanne was my mate.

It was crazy, though. Because now I had an answer for the inexplicable attraction we had both felt. The reason he had cone to my aid back there, the reason we had been unable to let go even though there was no serious commitment between us.

I had never known the mate bond could be so strong.

I looked around the room. It was large, with mirrors on every side. The walk in closet was closed off, and only the large round bed and the light showed any indication that it could be used. I wondered if Keanne's bed was