There are things no one would ever tell you. For example, how it feels like to stare at the love of your life from across the room as she takes in the dinner you spent three and a half hours preparing.
Beautiful. It feels absolutely beautiful.
I could tell from the way her eyes lit up that she wasn't expecting anything of this sort. I can also tell from the way her heart rate picked up pace; her wolf is beyond pleased.
Cyan is practically preening in my head, a smug, satisfied rumble. "See, I told you. She loves it."
"Are you trying to earn your keep?" she asks, walking further into the kitchen.
She's trying so desperately hard to hide her smile, but failing miserably. The corners of her lips are twitching, fighting to stay neutral, but there's a definite upward curve.
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