Emily fixed her messy hair as they pulled up into the driveway of Vincent’s family home. The cottage style house was much smaller than the pack house and he was thankful that they had agreed to share this time with Emily and him. He wanted to take his time introducing her to the pack after he told her about his, no not just his, but their future.
He looked over towards his mate as she fussed with her hair one last time in the small overhead mirror, his heart beating faster at how it fell in soft waves past her shoulders, shoulders that he knew had a light dusting of freckles on them. He wanted to drag his fingers through her dark locks and kiss her again, trail his lips over the freckles on her shoulders; they were already late though.
Vincent knew he'd get an earful from his mother
