Shirley's POV
I stretched my hands, chuckling to myself about the scene of earlier.
"Don't tell me you've fallen in love" my wolf's condemning voice roared.
She didn't interrupt our conversation because she was enjoying the flow of the evening.
"No, it's just weird to see him being sarcastic," I responded, recalling what he said about Larry.
"Take him by the horn and forcefully encroach on his personal space"
My wolf and I imitated his deep voice and then chuckled. I feel so alive now.
While walking down the hallway, I could feel Larry's scent and I knew he was heading my way.
He came in sight, just opposite me, as he moved through this part, his muscles rippled beneath his fitted T-shirt, his face shining bright with concentration.
His skin warm, and glowing with a healthy sheen
