CHAPTER 60
Trishal’s POV
How would I tell this block-headed friend of mine that I wasn't doing this on purpose? It's like a beating heart, like the flow of blood through your veins—you aren't conscious of it until something happens to bring it to your notice.
I was never conscious of Alpha Loren, didn't have any close relationship with him; damn, we rarely even had conversations.
And then one day, I'm cut so deep I can see the blood flow out, see how fast it is, and hear the beating of my heart in my ears as it slows.
I see this man before me, and all I can think of is how much I want this man all to myself.
How would I explain to Neymar that I can't stop noticing how tall he is? Those sturdy broad shoulders, the intense look in his gray eyes whenever he turns his gaze on me. His p
