RIO
“Rio, look at me.” Wolf’s voice was firm, but there was a softness to it when he gently turned my face with his finger, guiding my chin.
I was fighting back tears; I knew my eyes would betray me.
“I just—” I murmur, sucking in my bottom lip as I control my emotions.
“Rio, I didn’t mean to upset you. What happened? Talk to me, baby.”
His blue eyes found my green ones again, pulling me into his orbit again.
“Is there something wrong with me calling you Kitten? It’s what you remind me of, that’s all.” Wolf again tries to talk things out.
I shook my head. “You did nothing wrong, Wolf. I’m just being stupid.” I mumble, fighting with myself.
“Don’t call yourself that, Rio. Talk it out with me.”
Blue eyes were usually cold and untrusting in my experience. Blue eyes were often great m
