I hand her the candy.She opens it and breaks the chocolate bar in half.
“What are you doing?”I ask.
She shrugs her shoulders, causing one sleeve to slide down—and seeing all that smooth skin?
Jesus.Christ.
I feel like a teenager with his first girl.
“I’m sharing.”
Before I can protest, she holds out a piece.
“Here.”
I lean forward.
Take a bite.
Her fingertips brush my tongue.
Sweet Mother Moon.
Every instinct I possess surges awake.
A low rumble escapes my chest before I can stop it.
Her eyes widen.
“Was that you?”
“That's two,” I mutter.
“What?”
“Things you've learned about me.”
“What did I just learn?”
“That I'm losing the battle to behave.”
Her cheeks flush.
Instead of pulling away, she smiles.
Then she lifts her own piece of chocolate.
Takes a bite.
Slowly.
The warm summer air has softened it just enough that a tiny smear melts against the corner of her mouth.
My Wolf goes utterly silent.
Not because he's calm.
Because he's focused.
