Chapter Fifty Two
A morning like all other.
Mint Hearst’s Point of View
True to his words, I had made my noise through the whole night.
I do not think that I could face anyone after moaning that loud. The fact that Carson was staying in the room beside us had left my mind after some minutes of him playing with my body that it felt like nothing but fire. It was safe to say that someone like Leighton could never have a woman quiet in bed.
Especially me.
“Woman.”
I moaned, positioning myself to look into the door and saw him walking with a tray of breakfast for me. There was still a stoned emotion in his face, still nothing but worried to have that man in the pack house, and yet, he was being nice as I wanted him to be. He had easily placed the tray on the bed, grinning at me.
I sh
