[William’s POV]
I keep my gaze fixed on Elise as she stares at me like I am some sort of foreign being. Was it really that strange for someone to say such a thing to her, or was it a problem because it was me?
“If you keep staring at me like that, I’m going to kiss you.” I warn, leaning closer.
Eyes widening, Elise attempts to step back but stops as she remembers that the only thing keeping her from meeting the ground is a single branch.
“Did you hit your head too hard back there?” She finally asks, eyeing me curiously. “You’re not making any sense.”
Not making sense? How was what I said considered not thinking straight? It was pretty f*****g clear that she was an ethereal being. From her sparkling blue eyes to her perfect proportions and lean build, she was perfect by wolf standards
