The Warrior and the Bouncer Part 13
It had been a full week since Keith and I started our relationship. We’d fallen into a comfortable pattern for our days. Now I wasn’t keeping my dad a secret anymore, the only stress in our lives was the fact that Eric was apparently better than his cousins at sneaking around. The town was large, but not huge. There was no reason they shouldn’t have found him yet. Sometimes it was frustrating. Keith kept me from getting too upset about it. Yesterday, he gave up on his declaration that he couldn’t kiss me. He said he was distracted by all of the ways he couldn’t touch me and needed to have that little extra touch to keep his wolf at bay. When I asked him what he meant, he told me that his wolf was like a separate being inside him. It even had a name of its own. Dante. Like the guy who
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