Eleanor's POV
Kieran cleared his throat, his cheeks still faintly pink. "We'll... cross that bridge when we get to it."
"No problem," I said with a sweet, deliberate smile. "I guess I'll just have to start preparing for the inevitable, then."
When I was done eating, I dabbed my mouth with a napkin and stood. "I hope things turn out well between us. When I first discovered my identity, I heard that fated mates have the most... incredibles sex. So you should definitely start thinking of ways we can 'bond' more." I let my gaze drift over each of their stunned faces. "When you do, know where to find me."
I turned and walked out, my posture perfectly composed until I was through the front door. The moment I was outside, I clapped my hands over my burning cheeks. Oh my gosh. I said all of that with a straight face. I have never, ever spoken like that in my life!
