Still.
The sincerity in those beautiful eyes makes my chest ache.
“So,” I say lightly, because emotions are scary and jokes are easier.“Do you always rescue damsels in distress from bad dates and whisk them away on your motorcycle, or is this a special Saturday night?”
He grins.
“Nope.You’re the first damsel I’ve ever rescued.”
“Just me?Really?”
His smile grows softer.
“Just you.”
Something flips inside my stomach.
Dangerously.
Because I like that answer way too much.
And under the moonlight, with the ocean breeze around us, and this beautiful stranger standing much too close—for the first time in a very long time—I find myself hoping.
Not for Prince Charming.
Not for perfection or even a happily ever after.
But maybe—maybe I can have tonight.
Maybe, just for tonight, I can hope for something real.
Four
Rand
Ifeel it the instant she relaxes.
Not just physically.
Emotionally.
Something inside my mate settles.
Like she'd been standing on the edge of a cliff, waiting to decide whether to jump.
And finally,she makes one tiny move towards me.
My Wolf preens.
See?
Mate likes us.
I scoff inside.
Easy.
Don't scare her.
