“Thank you.”
I blink.
“For what?”
“For seeing me.”
I cup his face.
“I still don't understand.”
“I know.”
“I'm terrified.”
“I know.”
“But...”
I stroke his cheek with my thumb.
“I don't want you to go away.”
“Honey, do you know what you’re saying?”
“I’m saying I don’t want to be alone anymore.So, is it possible, I mean, can we like date?Do Werewolves date humans?”
His breath catches.Then, he barks out a laugh and shakes his head.
Like he can’t believe it.
Like I'd just given him the greatest gift imaginable.
Then, he turns his head and presses the gentlest kiss into my palm.
Not hungry.
Not demanding.
Reverent.
Like I'm something sacred.
When he finally opens those incredible moss-green eyes, they're shining with emotion.
“About that, Honey.”
His voice is barely above a whisper.
“There's something I need to ask you.”
Nine
Rand
Idon't let go of her hand.
I don't think I could if I tried.
