*** Lisa's POV ***
"I have something for you," Christian whispered as he glanced back at my bedroom door.
Then, finally, he stood before me and reached down into his pants. I couldn't help but widen my eyes. I'm pretty sure he's not a mate, and I don't think I could handle another guy. Or could I? What the hell is wrong with me?! Christian was a good-looking guy, but he was more like a brother. My heart started to flutter, my palms became sweaty, and I began chewing my lips nervously. Would it be wrong to get a quick glimpse of his huge pepperoni log? For research purposes, of course! Is it a werewolf thing? Were they all hung like horses?!
"Lisa?" Christian's voice pulled me out of my ridiculous thoughts.
"Yeah?" I replied, clearing my throat.
"Your face is doing that weird thing aga
