Perfect.
His Lillian had always been perfect but even now, in this form, without an ounce of memories, she’d remained just so.
Passionate when pushed but so submissive toward him.
Did she know that she bowed her head, lowering her eyes every time he looked at her? It was a sign of respect. An unconscious acknowledgement of what he is.
Even if she can’t remember, her body does. She instinctually reacts to him, not only with submissive body language but with goosebumps, elevated heart rate, reddening cheeks, dilated pupils—he could see her altered state, understood what was causing it.
Arousal.
“Woohoo! Go Wes!”
Loud, obnoxious. He frowned, eyes shifting to the brunette hollering next to him. Why did there have to be so many tag-alongs? Too many witn
