“Pthhh—ugh, Baylee,” Caden groans, spitting out strands of hair. “Too much damn hair in my face. I’m choking over here.”
I laugh, breathless, and roll off him, flopping onto my back. “Deal with it, Alpha. Comes with the territory.”
He props himself up on one elbow, still catching his breath, and blows a chunk of my hair off his lips. “You’ve got way too much of it. It’s like sleeping with a golden retriever.”
I gasp, full fake-offended. “Excuse me? Girls would kill for this hair.”
“Yeah?” He smirks. “And boyfriends would kill to get away from it.”
My jaw drops dramatically. “You’re actually rude.”
He snorts. “You’re actually defiant.”
“You’re jealous.”
“Please.” He rolls onto his side, nudging my thigh with his knee. “Says the one who sics her wolves on any she-wolf who dares look
