He almost turns around when he sees your front door. Almost. Spinner’s always known he had a soulmate somewhere—everyone does—but it’s you. You’re so perfect, so beautiful, so unlike him.

It feels his soulmate mark is burning, begging for him to knock on your door, so he does. Spinner grips the flowers he brought you a little too hard. What if you decide you don’t want him anymore? Surely you can do so much better. He should just—

The door begins to open.