"I knew it!" Marissa yells cheerfully getting scolded by my mom. I want to look away. I have to, right? This... is wrong. I was adamant about my decision when I said he couldn't be our mate... so why am I finding it difficult to look away from him? 

His hand gently pulls me, making the sparks increase. My eyes widened, if it was even possible as I gasped under my breath feeling his hand trail around my waist. "Abbie.... Abbie Montero. It's... It's really you." he says tugging his lips ...