JORDAN'S P.O.V.
My lips parted as I slowly turned around to Vincent. His smile has faded, and his head was tilted upwards, pride in his eyes. He held me tighter, however, and I swallowed, turning around.
It was my first introduction into the pack as his nate, and I needed it to be perfect. I needed this to be perfect. We went down the stairs, the people opening up for us on each side, creating the perfect synchrony, like the opening of a petal to reveal its most precious treasure.
We reached the illuminated dance floor, and the spotlights came on us, lighting us up. Vincent turned to me, his hand slowly tracing down my side to my waist.
He pulled me close, then put my hand on his shoulder. As if he he wasn't quite content with that, he let his fingers pull mine to his neck.
I smiled
