The First of Many

Caleb

I swallow hard, my mouth as dry as a desert. Zahra stands next to the bed, patiently waiting for me to do my part. Be her mate, lead this encounter, set the precedent for our bedtime routine of sorts, but instead, I stand here as still as a statue collecting dust on a mantel.

Damn it.

I clear my throat, meeting Zahra's gaze. She offers me a warm smile, and I have no idea why she has not run