Adam’s P.O.V.
I stood in the kitchen, an apron tied around my waist, while I was chopping vegetables. The aroma of a hearty Sunday dinner filled the air, a comforting mix of simmering sauces and sizzling meat in the pan. Pots and pans clinked as I moved about, focused on the task at hand and hoping to God I wouldn’t burn anything in the meantime. But no matter how hard I tried to concentrate on the meal, my thoughts kept drifting back to Jenna.
The memory of our first kiss was like a freaking spell on me, a melody playing on repeat in my mind. I could still feel the softness of her lips against mine, the way her fingers had brushed my cheek, igniting a spark that seemed to radiate through my entire being. And the way my wolf had felt in that moment… it was a feeling that had caught me of
