Chapter 63

Myles

A warm hand pressed against my forehead, once again pulling me out of my already restless sleep.

“I swear to Gaia, Mom, if you ask me one more time if I’m —”

I cut myself off when I opened my eyes and found not my mother, but my mate — I still wasn’t used to saying that — staring at me, his hand pulling away from my face as he blushed.

Well. That was adorable.

He had a guarded look in his gray-green eyes as he watched me, and he fidgeted with his hands in his lap. He was clearly uncomfortable, even after everyone had finally left us alone in my room.

“I think I should be the nervous one, considering your dad was the one who shot me,” I teased, trying to lighten the mood.

His eyes widened.

Okay. Wrong tactic.

I tried to backpedal. “I just meant… you know… he raised you and—”

I smacked myself in the forehead. Not even a mental smack, mind you. An actual smack. Why was it I could talk to every other person I met with ease, except for the one person who was meant to be mine