Molly
“So, how do you feel?” That is the first thing Charles asks after he pulls away from the kiss, his forehead still resting against mine like he is afraid I might disappear if he lets go completely.
I smile before I can stop myself. “You know. Great. Didn’t know werewolves were great kissers.”
His lips curve into that smug smile I am already learning to recognize. He laces his fingers with mine. “Come on. Let’s go.”
I let him pull me along, my heart lighter than it has been in a long time. “Oh. I forgot. Happy New Year.”
“Happy New Year, baby,” he says easily.
I stop suddenly, making him turn back to me. “Wait. Did you leave Lily alone in the cabin?”
He chuckles. “No, of course not. She’s waiting in the car with Snow.”
I breathe out in relief and start walking again. As we mo
