Waking up to a blinding ray of sunlight I take a deep breath in. The smell of strawberries and champagne tickle my nose. "Ah... My little mate is still with me." I muse with a smile on my face. Mot my signature smirk, but a real smile. I wish I could tell her and make her understand. It is so difficult to be the cocky asshole I usually am when I am around her. My Blondie... My Lucy. My dragon knew the second he smelled her that she was the one. It took me a lot longer to figure it out. I knew that night at the GRand Magic Games Ball the King threw that she was the one. Twirling by herself in the corner, giggling to herself. The combination of her natural wild strawberry scent mixed with the dry champagne had my dragon chomping at the bit and I lost control of all my faculties. My dragon took over my physical form and compelled me to spin her into an embrace. He was extatic at the wasy she responded to us. The moment our lips met in that kiss I was in control again. I gave in to the more anamalistic urges he was pushing me towards. It was heaven, then she bolted the next morning. I couldn't blame her. She knew my old reputation, but from the moment she sauntered into the guild, my dragon prevented me from touching another woman. I knew this would take time, and I am willing to wait as long as she needs, but after the last time I broached the subject with her, I am worried about how she is going to react. I am still stunned she doesn't fucking remember that night. I reach into my jacket pocket an pull out the pack of cigarettes I bought yesterday before the victory party. I don't smoke often anymore, but I've had to do something to calm the dragon that has been raging in my chest since she left that morning on the train