Theon felt like he was floating, sitting there across from Azaria. She just asked him to have dinner with her some time. His mate just asked him to dinner. His pulse was racing, his heart wouldn't stop going so fast either. Words caught in his throat and he honestly could not believe this was happening.
He'd waited years since he was old enough to sense his mate and now, finally after some bumps in the road, she was asking him to dinner. She was accepting what he had put down even though he had been spiralling out of his wind, worried he had scared her away. But no, here they were, having an open conversation about it and it had gone the way he had hoped.
"Are you sure?" His eyes widened when the question came out of his mouth. "Ignore that." He inches to the edge of the seat, anymore and he'd be on the floor. "Yes. I would definitely love to have dinner with you…Az–" he shut his mouth.
