“What if they don’t like me?”
“How could anyone not like you?” Lance looked at his gorgeous mate as if she’d lost her freaking mind.
“I don’t know, Lance, I am not exactly a people person.”
“Baby, you are amazing, and you’re mine. They will love you.”
He still couldn’t believe she’d said yes. Sure, he’d jumped the gun when he’d claimed her. Hadn’t at all explained what it meant to be his. After she’d gone through the Puspa, he thought for sure, she’d be pissed as hell.
But Annalia surprised him at every turn. Beautiful and curvy goddess that she was. He’d spent the morning raining kisses along her soft skin. The spicy chocolate cherry taste of her forever imbedded on his tongue.
He thanked the gods, and Uncle Uzzi, for bringing them together. Of course, there was still a lot they needed to learn about each other, but she was willing to try, and that meant everything to him. Lance was not going to fuck this up.