Serena:
I sat on the couch in front of the fireplace with enough space between Alexander and me that there was no mistaking it for distance by accident. The gap was deliberate, a small, stubborn island of air I could retreat to if the conversation turned the way I feared it might.
For once, he didn’t fill the silence with a teasing remark or an attempt to close the space simply to rile me. He stayed where he was, one arm draped along the back of the couch, his attention on the flames as if the kiss from minutes ago had been nothing more than a misplaced memory. That calm irritated me more than any taunt would have.
My lips still tingled. And the fact that I kissed him back made me angrier than I should have been. Because the second his mouth touched mine, my wolf had surged forward and
