Frowning I playfully blow a fresh handful of bubbles at him as we walks back out, laughing over his shoulder at me.
it was more overwhelming if I’m honest, one minute I’m just talking to him and the next I’m flat on my back and he’s-” “He’s?” they both said in unison “He’s touching places, with his …” Eyeing them both I give them a look as ...
I hated being imprisoned in my own home, my wolf hated it.
