Page 131 of Hot Girls Date Shifters

Ever since the day Elsie told me she loved me in the Den...

I haven't looked back.

Sure, I handled everything exactly backward.

I bit her before I explained.

Claimed her before I asked.

Introduced her to the supernatural world by letting her witness a full-on Shifter brawl.

If there were a handbook titled How Not to Meet Your Fated Mate, I'd have written every chapter.

Somehow...

Some way...

She fell in love with me, anyway.

Not because I'm a Bear.

Not because I won some television singing competition.

Not because of the Clan or the Den or fate itself.

She loves me because I'm Graham.

The man who brings her coffee before she realizes she's tired.

The man who alphabetized the occult section at Moon & Mug because I couldn't stand watching customers put the spell books back wherever they felt like.

The man who brings her pastries before dinner and pretends not to notice when she gets chocolate on my shirt.

My Honey.

This wonderful, beautiful woman who believes in magic with her whole heart.

Who somehow smiled at the impossible instead of running from it.

Who lights up every room she walks into.

Just looking at her sends a thrill running through my blood.

Christ.

She shines brighter than the morning sun.

Tonight, she's done it again.

After closing the shop, she transformed Moon & Mug into something even more magical than usual.

Candles flicker from every tabletop.

Tiny fairy lights are strung through the bookshelves, casting a warm golden glow across the cozy little café.

The smell of fresh espresso mingles with cinnamon rolls and vanilla.

Every chair is occupied.