Benedict
I have no idea what possessed me to kiss Sloane, especially when her uncle was right there. But now that I have, I want to do it again.
The look on her face was priceless. I think making Sloane Hartwell speechless is my new favorite pastime.
I lick my lips on my way to my car. Honey. She tastes like honey. It’s a perfect taste for her. It’s sticky and messy but f*****g delicious.
I grin as I get in the car. “What are you smiling about?” Bethany asks.
“Nothing.”
“I heard Sloane Hartwell went off the deep end today,” she says as I pull out of the parking lot.
“Don’t listen to rumors, Beth. They’re usually full of inflammatory statements meant to get a rise out of people.”
“So she didn’t put four she-wolves on their knees, two of whom were from our pack?” she asks.
“She abso
