I inhaled sharply when I felt Atticus arms gently glide around my waist, pulling me closer to him and urging me to relax against him. I closed my eyes. His scent. My wolf couldn't even help herself, she was purring in delight from the proximity and the heat that was radiating from his body.
"You're aiming wrong" he leaned and whispered softly into my ears, the hair at the back of my neck stood on end. I was too aware of his presence behind me. I guess my body was too, because Inside, butterflies were erupting and sparks were rampantly flying. Breathe Gina
"Am I?" I said. I hated how breathless I sounded. I tried to steady my racing heart but it wouldn't and it refused to. I didn't want him to know the effect that he was having on me, I didn't want him to know how badly I wanted to turn
