Willow
I wanted to protest sitting in his lap, really just because of the innate intimacy the position implied in front of the others, but I was afraid it would call even more attention to myself.
My face was already red as a tomato as it was, and I kind of did need the comfort of his arms surrounding me while I adjusted to all of the changes, if I was being honest with myself.
I would apparently have to get used to public displays of affection though, if Jax’s current actions were anything to go by.
My wolf warned me that he would be more possessive and protective of me with other males around, seeing as we had still not taken that last step together.
Rather than listen to my wolf yammer on about the same thing in my head over and over again, I reached down, grabbing the fork Jax
