Lavine's POV
Through Cloette’s enthralling and well-behaved wolf’s aura, shafts of lightning puncture my muscles - a sensation that I’ve not felt in a long time. I always knew that there’s something about her that’s pushing me to be there for her. The awakening of her wolf makes me realize what that something is. It’s…
I snap out when she steps back, flexing an eyebrow at me. I lower my arm as soon as her natural soft plump lip departs from my thumb.
“What’s your excuse this time for doing that?” she asks.
Her irritation is so apparent that it assembles through her face and tone. I stare at her, not even making an effort to think how to answer her question.
“You have…” I say as I point and move my fingers in front of my lips in a circulation motion. “...dirt on your lip.”
My i***t-p
