Evelyn’s POV
The last two days with Johann in New York were really blissful.
This is life, this is the respect and adoration I seek. And this is the love I deserve.
Hey, hold on! Love, really? Am I in love with Johann?
I bend over to him, peck his lips and bury my head in his chest. Right now he is lying in bed, reading the latest Forbes magazine intently. When he feels me close, he wraps his arms around me and caresses my head absently, as if in a natural, self-evident movement. And my gut tells me I belong close to him.
‘Becca, are we in love with him?’, I cowardly consult my wolf. She rolls her eyes and grimaces. ‘What else when you're so lovey-dovey in his belly, day in and day out! You don't let the man breathe’, she sneezes amusingly.
I lift my head and look at hi
