And then—there she was.
Luna.
Warmth spread instantly through my chest.
She wore one of those oversized sweaters again—the cream-colored one that slipped slightly off one shoulder whenever she adjusted her bag.
Soft.
Pretty.
Mine.
The thought came naturally now.
Dangerously naturally.
I almost revealed myself immediately.
Thought maybe we could eat together.
Spend the afternoon together.
Maybe steal another kiss somewhere hidden.
Fuck.
Just remembering her mouth made my cock twitch.
Then she pulled her phone from her pocket.
And smiled.
Brightly.
My entire mood darkened instantly.
“Hi,” she answered breathlessly.
Breathlessly?
Why the fuck was she breathless?
Jealousy hit hard and ugly.
A wildfire beneath my skin.
Not a good look.
Blue suited me far better than green.
Still—the possessive fury rising inside me cared very little for aesthetics.
“Really?” she gasped softly into the phone. “Oh my gods, I can’t wait to see you.”
My jaw tightened dangerously.
Who.
