Loius POV
Looking up from my sewing machine, I saw Jason giggling at something Ciara was saying to him. I felt compelled to poke her with fabric pins, but it was a morbid thought, and I knew better than to actually do it. Imagining it wasn’t nearly as bad as actually doing it. Right?
The prick of the needle through my finger made me hiss, so I took my foot off the pedal to stop the machine. I gazed back at Jason, my bleeding finger in my mouth.
He is just stunning. His lips are full and soft pink, his eyes wide and attentive, and I wondered what it would feel like to kiss him. I sighed dreamily, certain his lips would be supple.
I despise waiting for my eighteenth birthday. Why do we have to wait until we’re eighteen? Perverts, of course. Wolves have been known to seduce unwitting pups
