*Summer*
Dancing with him had been a dream come true. He is so light on his feet. Little wonder I hadn't heard him enter my room that first night. And the way he had held me, respectfully and yet not.
Where my fingers had rested against his, he had tightened his hold as though he never intended to let me go. At my back, his hand had claimed me, and I had dearly wished he had brought me in nearer, had urged me closer.
I should have gone anyway, but I suspect that somewhere my mother is watching, brow deeply furrowed, striving to determine with whom her daughter is dancing.
It is all so delicious … even if no one knows I am being naughty. I know. And so does Dion. He likes that about me. Thor would not. The Alpha expects me to remain above reproach. How frightfully boring it is to alwa
