[Peter smiles and kisses back, his fingers sliding into Jordan's hair. Though his fingers stop as he falls speechless at his mate's words. All his air escapes him once again. They indeed don't talk about the future much, mostly because Peter isn't really sure he has one.]
Jordan Hale... [He whispers as if tasting the name, looking at his mate. A familiar fear grips him along with awful giddiness. It sounds bittersweet to his ears, actually.] You'd take up a cursed name like that?
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Jordan Hale... [He whispers as if tasting the name, looking at his mate. A familiar fear grips him along with awful giddiness. It sounds bittersweet to his ears, actually.] You'd take up a cursed name like that?