James cleared his throat before saying, "I can't feel my mate because… I am not of age yet."
Cornelia looked at James from top to bottom. What did he mean by, not of age yet? "You seem fully grown."
James puffed his chest proudly. Yes, he was tall and muscular for his age, but he still had years to grow and there was also the point… "We can feel it after our eighteenth birthday. Well, some can feel it earlier, but not two years earlier. I am just sixteen years old." He wished that he was older so that he can confirm if the beauty in front of him was his mate. Then he would whisk her away and have sex with her, forever.
"Oh…", a sound of understanding escaped Cornelia's lips. "Well, then… James. I guess I will see you in two years."
James' jaw fell open slack as he stared blankly at Cornelia's retreating back, and it was a beautiful back, just like the rest of her.
James nearly fell when Petra nudged him.
