33. ANGEL

I was itching to go to the library. There had to be books about mates. Nate wasn’t really giving me much information about mates. Every time I asked him about it, he kissed me and succeeded in making me forget what I had asked him about. A sigh fell from my lips. Nate was fast asleep in bed. My eyes darted over him, taking in his naked muscled frame. I licked my lips, remembering his taste. Leaning forward, I studied the tattoo on his chest a little closer. Of course, I had seen it numerous times, but I never got the opportunity to get a better look at it. For a second my eyes darted up to his face to make sure that he was still asleep. The symbol looked familiar. I held up my wrist, eyes darting between the brand on my skin and the tattoo on his. It looked exactly the same, only his was done in color. Gold, blue, and forest green. I raised a hand to my chest and pressed my fingertips to the pendant of the necklace. It looked exactly the same. “Don’t take it off.” I jumped,