I think he likes us. Ayla said making me snort.
Out loud.
Ryce's eyes snapped back to my eyes. "Something funny Aureaila?"
I cleared my throat. "Not at all Alpha."
I smiled, and Ryce just stared into my eyes. Goddess, he has the most gorgeous green eyes. I can tell he'd showered as well with his wet black hair hanging in his eyes. The stubble that lined his chiseled jaw is now gone.
I frowned. I liked that stubble.
He's wearing dark jeans, and ironically a dark purple V-neck shirt. Goddamn, that shirt is tight around his muscles.
"What ya want Alpha?" I asked.
Ryce glared at me. "Why would you answer your door in nothing, but a towel?"
"Because I do what I want." I shrugged.
Ryce pushed himself into my bedroom, and shut the door behind him never taking his eyes off of me.
