My question is answered when he leans his head in slowly. His lips brush my own passionately, and I kiss him back after I process that Stefan Dark, the Alpha of a pack of werewolves, is kissing me, a mere human. Our lips separate only for him to tighten his grip on my hips and drag my body even closer to his—if that were possible. Without an inch of space between us, I can feel every dip in his body, and I can't tell where his body stops and mine starts.
Our foreheads are joined together as we soak in this moment, both of us having missed the other immensely. "You know, I thought you would never talk to me again," Stefan whispers as he lovingly rubs his nose against mine.
"I could never do that. I only lasted three days before I caved and came to see you. I don't think I could do that ag
