"A kiss? Why? Do you really think that would calm you down?" Katelyn's voice was soft but she pressed her palm gently against his chest, pushing him back an inch.
"And I know men like you, Sage, the ones who swear they only love one woman. My heart isn't built for games. It's fragile. What happens if you shatter it later? I don't crave much in life; I already have everything I need. What I want is the right man."
Sage's lips curved into a faint, almost rueful smile at her words. "You're right," he murmured. "Most men do say that. But I've never told anyone what I'm telling you now." He leaned closer, his breath brushing her ear. "It's strange, isn't it? How you still don't believe me. You're mine now, Katelyn, my mate. No one else can have you. Remember that."
"You have fifteen days," Katelyn said. "I won't give myself to a mate bond so easily. I need to see your true feelings first."
