Ours isn’t a love story, it’s a complete disaster. She just burned down her apartment down trying to bake cookies. I was called to stop the fire. The moment our eyes met, she ignited me. It’s been five years. I can’t do this again. I almost had myself convinced that I was over her. My heart doesn’t need this kind of heartache. But my bear recognizes her as my mate. She needs a place to stay. Well, alright. I have a couch. She can take the bed. But then, in the middle of the night, she gets cold feet. And she needs me to warm them up…