I get up and put forth my hand for her to shake. This would be my first time touching my mate and all my senses are already going haywire. “Hi, Lea.” Her features are blank, I can’t figure out if she likes what she sees. I can’t figure out what’s going on in her head. For a moment, I thought she would turn away or ignore my offer of a handshake. But then, she places her soft hand in mine, and every nerve is focused on that little touch. It is too much and too little at the same time. I think my wolf stopped breathing for a second and...