Equals

Blaire White

After breakfast, London suggested we take a walk in the garden so that we could talk and get some fresh air at the same time. He walked silently beside me, his long legs matching my pace, and his elbow brushed against my shoulder, sending sparks down my spine.

I inhaled the fresh air, infused with the scent of earth and the fragrance of blossoming flowers, and smiled when I heard birds chirping in the trees. It was like sweet music to my ears, and I felt at peace.

“Blaire,” London called my name softly, and I snapped my attention back to him, tilting my head to meet his eyes briefly.

“Why did you want to leave?” he asked, his face almost contorting in a pained expression as he waited for my answer. I was at a loss for words, opening my mouth and then shutting it when no words formed. I was ashamed to tell him the real reason I wanted to leave the minute I woke up in his arms, but I couldn't stand lying to him.

“When I recognised you as my mate, I was scared because I tho