Lizzy: Why? This isn’t a romance book
Me: BECAUSE
I struggled to come up with something to type after that.
Lizzy: Because why?
Because I wanted a mate who was so damned obsessed with me that he would break the werewolf rules or whatever societal shit tried to get between us.
Because I wanted to be loved explosively, and to be lusted after by the man who was my soulmate.
I didn’t say that, though.
Me: Because if we’re really soulmates, we should’ve felt something before his wolf picked me.
There was a longer pause before she finally answered.
Lizzy: Fate works in strange ways.
Me: That’s NOT an excuse.
Lizzy: Being soulmates doesn’t magically generate feelings.
Lizzy: June ran from Zed for an entire year, remember?
Lizzy: And you know I would’ve kicked Elliot’s ass to the curb if he had been the one hunting me.
Lizzy: And the whole thing with SD…
Me: You and SD were explosive for a few days, remember? You said the sex was incredible, and you thought he was made for you. Until he hit you.
There was a longer pause before she responded.
Lizzy: I had never had sex before SD. I’ve already told you Elliot is WAY, WAY better. All I felt was hormones, and it quickly went to hell. A slow-burn romance is a better way to get to a real-life HEA, Sab.
Me: Slow-burn still requires sparks, Lizzy. Or chemistry, at least. We have none of either. He looks at me like I’m about as interesting as a tree.
Lizzy: Everything will change now. You’ll be the most attractive person he’s ever seen, and he’ll be horny for you constantly, as dirty as that sounds. Your smell, your body, your personality… he’ll fall in love with it rapidly.
Me: That’s the thing though.
Me: If he wasn’t attracted to me without the mating shit, then his attraction isn’t real.
Me: And I want sparks, Lizzy. Bonfires. Explosions. I don’t want him to want me because his wolf picked me, I want him to want me because I’m me. And I already know he doesn’t want me for me.
Lizzy: You don’t know that. He’s been keeping things professional; that doesn’t mean he never liked you as a person. He’s a quiet guy, we don’t know what’s going on in his head.
Me: I’ve been around him a LOT, and he never so much as gave me a lingering stare. Whatever’s been going on in his head, it’s got nothing to do with me.
Lizzy: I wish I was in jail with you so I could grab you by the shoulders and shake you, Sab. Hard.
Me: Aww, love you too.
Dax’s wolf growled at me, and bumped his nose against the phone.
“What?” I asked him.
He gestured violently to the phone again.