Riana barely pulled the door open when her face dropped into that expression Wesley absolutely hated… the disappointed one, the annoyed one. The one that said I expected nothing, yet you still managed to fall below it.
She stood framed by the soft morning light, hair slightly messy, wrapped in a silky robe that barely hid a short dress underneath. It was modest but still far too pretty for Wesley’s rapidly crumbling self-control.
He froze.
His heart thudded way too loud. And, he quarreled with Vega, his inner Wolf
‘Mine—'
‘Shut up.’
‘But look at her! The dress! The legs! The smell of—'
‘We are NOT doing this.’
‘Then… why are we staring?’
He blinked hard, forcing his eyes up to her face but only to find Riana already glaring at him with that “don’t even think ab
