#CHAPTER 32 My Secret

Evan had given something of himself to me last night, something he could never take back. He had yet to tell me he was ready to give up the search for his mate, but what he had done last night, what we had done last night together was proof of something. Or maybe that was just the hope in me burning so bright it shoved away sense, but that was what I wanted to believe. I was in love with Evan. I wanted him to love me. I wanted him to love me unquestioningly, without reserving room in his heart and mind for someone else he hadn't even met yet. Could this really be the beginning of it? The curtains over the window let in no light, and Evan must have locked the door so no housekeepers or maids would peek in for their morning cleaning routine. I peeked over the covers just in case, but we were alone in the room. With a small sigh, I dropped my head back onto the pillow. "You okay?" My heart fluttered. Evan's voice was slightly scratchy, roughened with sleep, but his eyes shone with