A tear rolls down my eyes. "Everyone lies to make others feel better."
He frowns. "I don't. If I say you're beautiful," he kisses me and I sigh as I feel the softness of his lips, "It is because you are beautiful." He removes the hideous scrunchy from my hair, freeing the curls to land softly around my shoulders. "And if I say you're sexy, that's because you're sexy as hell," he moves my newly freed hair aside and kisses the place where he left his love bite.
He must need the comfort as much as I do. Wolves need constant touch. That's what this is, nothing more. And yet, with each touch, my heart flutters as heat grows from my core outward. I want him to touch me, to taste me.
As he helps me out of the car, there's a sparkle in Rudy's eyes as he bids us both farewell for the evening.
