NATALIA
Goddess this f*****g man.
“You wouldn’t have him any other way,” Ivy laughs.
“Maybe right now. He’s actually calming down to listen,” I retort.
His forehead against mine feels perfect. Right. I don’t know what compelled me to kiss him, but I just needed to. In that moment, I didn’t want to fight, or argue, I just wanted to love him. That is all I ever want to do. I need him to be calm so he can understand that; so, he can understand me. I need him to support this decision.
I drop my hands from his face, running my fingertips down his neck to grip his shirt. I inhale his scent: the intoxicating leather on his skin, and the inviting mint swirling around. One soft, one oh so masculine. A perfect mix, easily showcasing the man beneath; serious beta wolf exterior, but I have s
