Caesar's POV
I rubbed my cheek, still feeling the sting of her palm against my skin. That kiss had been worth it, though—every damn second of it. Even now, I could taste her on my lips, feel the way she'd trembled against me before pushing me away.
My wolf, Olsen, rumbled with satisfaction inside my mind. *She didn't slap you immediately, Caesar. She kissed you back first. That means something.*
"She was drunk," I muttered, though I couldn't help the smirk that formed on my lips.
*If Viya truly felt nothing,* Olsen insisted, *she would have slapped you the second your lips touched hers. Instead, she melted against you.*
I watched her disappear into her building, my fingers absently tracing my lip where she'd kiss me.My wolf was right. She'd responded to me—her body remembe
