Malrik
December 31st. I wasn’t the type for New Year’s resolutions, but if I had been, I might’ve made one about staying the hell away from Daisy Alderwood. This was my thought when I saw her in that dress.
Brunch was supposed to be casual, and that dress was not. Yes, it was, but she looked- [delicious] in it. My wolf was being very... horny.
There I was, waiting for her outside a small upscale brunch spot, the kind with minimalist decor and overpriced fruit bowls- the very kind of meals I don’t do, but for Daisy, I made an exception. The moment she stepped out of the car, wearing a mid-thigh fitted olive-green dress that clung to her like it was personally offended by the thought of letting go, I knew two things:
One, brunch was a mistake, and two, there was no way in hell I was m
