*Ethan*
The kisses are going to be my undoing. As I riffle through the various drawers in the desk in my brother’s study, searching for any semblance of a will, the disturbing conversation I had with Josie rumbles through my mind. I fear that my kisses remind her of the one I had bestowed in the garden. A kiss is simply a kiss…
But I have received enough to know that they differ. Yet I also know that they change over time, as a couple becomes more familiar. Or at least the kisses I give at the beginning of the night seems different by the end of it. My relationships with she-wolves are short-lived, as I have no desire for anything permanent.
I am grateful that I have been able to speak with complete honesty regarding the fact that I have not been with a she-wolf, not kissed a she-wolf,
