Desiree’s POV
The kiss was so soft, almost like he was afraid I would break if he pressed on me too hard.
Typical Brandon that I know.
For a second, my brain just stopped functioning. The anger that was bubbling in my chest started to fizzle out, replaced by his familiar warmth that I was trying to avoid earlier.
My wolf, lia, was practically doing backflips in my head like someone who had just won a lottery ticket and a jackpot. “See? He's sorry! Our mate is sorry. I knew it was just for a matter of time.” She cheered, but I pushed her back down into her dark corner.
I pulled away, my breath coming out in a short puff. I didn't look at him, but I could feel his heat right in front of me.
Jeez. He just knew how well to bribe me with these things.
“One kiss doesn't fix a yellin
