Fuck. Shit. It is her.
Gwendolyn Hoffer was his fated mate.
Well, she could be someday. It was her choice, of course, but it was too soon to broach that subject. Still, the words felt right. This was too new and Weylin wasn’t quite there yet. But he would be. Hell, he could see it approaching fast.
Gwendolyn Hoffer was important to him. Really important. His entire future was in her hands. Swallowing down his fear and nervousness, he nodded towards the pile of papers on Derrick’s desk and grabbed them. Weylin stood, scrounged for a pen. He handed the whole bundle to her, shivering when their fingers touched, and little shocks of lightning zipped through him.
“Um, well, here are some forms you’ll need to fill out. But you can do that at home and bring them in when you start.”
“When’s that?” she asked and seemed anxious.