EMRYS POV
It's been one week. One week since I laid eyes on Jessica and I couldn't decide who was suffering the impact of her disappearance; my wolf or the carnal part of me that yearned to trace my tongue all over her curves and slits.
The mere thought of her alone made my blood race with so much fever. I wanted her…hell, I craved her.
If I'd imprinted on her, I'd have fished her out with that seductive familiar scent of vanilla and strawberry. The closest I can come to grasping her scent is when she's at my proximity, in the same space as I was.
As I stared blankly at the words etched on the paper in my hands, all I could think of was her. Everything about Jessica seemed to arouse a part of me I didn't know existed.
We've been able to keep things at a low and act like nothing happ
