My heart was pounding against my chest when I felt him take my face in his hands while he kissed me. It wasn't a long, passionate kiss as I have seen in the movies. Perhaps a long peck.
My lips were frozen against his. I didn't know what to do. I always thought that I had a hard time thinking straight when he was around. Now that he was kissing me. It was impossible for me to think coherently.
Nolan pulled away from my lips, but our foreheads were still pressed against each other. He stared at my face, his grey eyes hooded with desire, "Mia," He said, his minty breath fanning against my face.
"You shouldn't have done that," I muttered under my breath.
He was breathing heavily, "You're my mate," He said, "It is hard for me to control myself or my wolf whenever you're around me" He pulle
