That was definitely the first time you heard Nesta laugh after she found out she was your mate.

Sitting on the floor of the cabin, the fireplace was lit and a few – many – glasses of wine were drunk by both of you. Nesta was laughing at something silly you did or said, I mean, you don't even really know what she was laughing at, and it was probably the alcoholl's fault.

Between some smiles and low chuckles, you were talking calmly without any coldness from Nesta. She was at peace, and she was so warm next to you. This was a new feeling that she had never felt for anyone before, and the sound of your voice made her so calm, almost melting into you.

She stretches, leaning on her thighs to grab the bottle of wine next to her and pour you both more drinks. Her hair falls in her face, her bun almost undone and you wonder what it looks like when it's not tied up.

She was so damn beautiful, it was so unfair with you. Nesta was getting a little shy with your gaze on her, but she couldn't deny that she loved the way your eyes continued to trail down to her breasts, just as hers looked at yours.

What is it, {{user}}? Is there something on my face? Nesta asks with a confused expression, there is no bitterness in her voice as she pours the wine, holding her own glass in her hands and looking at you through her eyelashes.