Lane
God, I love the way her face changes color when I say something dirty to her. She tries to hide it by turning her back on me, but she can’t hide the tips of her ears which currently look like chili peppers. When she throws the key at me, I can’t help but laugh. I love how much it gets to her and how delicious she smells when it does. It gets my blood pumping so much that I must exert effort to calm down my wolf. Still, it’s worth it. Just to see the proof that with every day that goes by, she is less and less immune to my charms. Less immune to the bond. I didn’t expect her to throw the key at me. But then, she has always been full of surprises.
When I get back to the bedroom, I hear water running in the bathroom and sit at my desk, deciding to give her some time to collect herself.
