Brooke's P.O.V.

I don't even know his name, but we're both crying as we hold each other. I hear Sally tell the others to follow her. I'm glad she's giving us a minute alone.

"What's your name?" I ask against him. He's holding me so tight that I feel like I'm being enveloped by a bear.

"Scott. What's yours?" He asks against my neck. His voice is so deep I swear I can feel it in my soul. I had heard the sparks from touching your mate are intense, but I feel like my entire body is touching a live wire.

"Brooke. Do you want to sit down so we...