It was so different from the first time. This kiss was much more meaningful, more intimate.
It lingered on her lips long after Enrique had pulled away, like a brand she couldn’t scrub off no matter how hard she tried. Giselle stood there in the quiet training grounds, her chest rising and falling too fast, her heart hammering as if it wanted to escape her ribcage entirely.
Her wolf was smug. You felt that.
She hated that it was right.
“What the hell was that?” Giselle snapped suddenly, shoving at his chest—not hard enough to actually move him, but hard enough to create distance.
Enrique blinked, clearly taken aback by the sudden shift. “That was us sharing a kiss.”
“I know what that was. That wasn’t what I meant,” she shot back immediately, even as her cheeks burned. “Also, you kiss
