I laugh softly.
“My ADHD.My obsession with animals.My inability to sit still.My tendency to accidentally bring home wounded animals that need help.My weird sense of humor.Not to mention my size eighteen ass,” I say and yelp when he smacks said ass.
I glance at him and rub my sore butt.He grins and takes over.
“That’s mine now, Honey.”
He kisses my head, and I grin.
“Anyway, like I was saying,” I continue, and lean into him.“You looked at all of that and somehow decided, yes, I’ll take it!”
I poke his chest.
“Who does that?”
His answer comes without hesitation.
“Me, Honey.Me every time.Because I looked at all of this and my Wolf knew,” he whispers.
Then, he kisses my forehead.
“You’re perfect for me, Daria Woods.”
My eyes sting.
“Yeah?Well, honestly?”
I shrug.
“The truth is, I really don't give a fuck if you come with a side of furry Wolf.”
Rand sits up and hugs me tight.His laughter fills the room.
Rich.
Deep.
Contagious.
“That’s good, Honey.I was kind of hoping you'd say that.”
“But, well, I mean,” I start, pretending to consider it.“You are pretty fluffy in your fur.”
“My Wolf appreciates that observation.”
“Speaking of which.”
An idea pops into my head.
“Oh!”
“What?”
“You know I'm a groomer.”
“I do.”
“Well...”
