Skye’s P.O.V.
My mind was spinning. One moment I was pacing around the house, lost in the thought of Lila potentially getting back to her ex, and the next, Lila was in my arms, her lips on mine. Her sudden closeness, the way she fit so perfectly against me, felt both natural and surreal. As her kiss deepened, my heart raced and my wolf Cooper howled to the moon, letting out a cry of victory that matched the intensity of the moment.
We had agreed to take things slow. Just hours ago, we had talked it out, both of us cautious, because Lila was still nursing wounds from her past relationship. I had respected that—had even found comfort in it because taking things slow, still had sounded better than to not take things further at all.
But this... this was not taking things slow.
My hands mo
